| Oh, cleansing indignation — Oh, flame of righteous wrath
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| Give me a soul to fell thee and follow in thy path
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| Save me from selfish virtue — Arm me for the fearless fight
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| And give me strength to carry on as a soldier of the right
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| I was that man who held honour of my lords
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| In a bloody fight I added to the gore
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| I was servant to my King — May heaven bless his name
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| A nobler soul I never knew nor saw a bolder King
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| I follow in thy golden path — With mortal sinful wrath
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| The mighty men of ancient days are sleeping in the dust
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| The kingdoms of the earth are sunk into great abyss
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| Where worms forsake the carcass when there’s no savior left
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| Who’s that man that feels ashamed in the hour of last breath?
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| Justice and chivalry imbred amongst five more
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| Seven knightly virtues imparted within
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| Brave hearts far flung beneath the troops of war
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| Enslaved by slavery armour — Fear of deadly sin that I hold within
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| A knight’s honour and strength rests upon faith
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| His God foremost and the passion for his land
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| I pray for righteousness and that my body last to stand
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| While fighting along my way — My predestined path |