| Visions of glory lie ahead
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| In my ears rings the king’s old voice
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| In exchange for eternity
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| Your blood you have to sacrifice
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| So many knights will fight for gold
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| But I will fight just to be free
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| Life is the mightiest God’s gift
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| And living is courage’s deed
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| The battle raging on all sides
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| The butchered men in dying screams
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| The blood is painting my calves red
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| Who can find God in all of this?
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| My cries now wet my bloody face
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| As I walk forth and cleave brave men
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| Man killing man for power and gold
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| I look around with blackened soul
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| Over and over memories fly
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| Like fervidly rainbows they colour my mind
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| They bring me to my knighting day
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| When I was given spurs and name
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| But there I find a dangerous oath
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| That I spoke up so long ago
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| It spoke of servitude to a man
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| The man who now led us to war
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| To hold my oath I cannot skip
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| But why do men swear vulgar oaths
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| That keep them from correct results
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| When their life they try to decide
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| From birth I swore to serve a King
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| How can I serve a second one
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| He granted me a life to live
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| And everyone has the same right
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| Keep your blood in you
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| Stay alive will you
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| Fight with death if you
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| Have guts left you will
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| The arrow fire still decimates
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| But finally we win the day
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| The ironclad buffoons now smile
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| They fight to fight, not when it’s right
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| I boldly step to meet the king
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| I tell him that my duty’s done
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| My country now has been secured
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| But further on it is his war
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| Possession is the cause of war
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| Defence and war two different things
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| How could I mix them in the start?
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| The one protects, the other kills
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| I ride up to a lonely hill
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| I see the battlefield dyed red
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| Horizons open wide ahead
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| I’m not there now — I’m somewhere else! |