| Where are you riding to Sir Knight
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| Alone and armed for war?
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| If not to fight for right Sir Knight
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| Then what are weapons for?
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| Why d’you hide your face Sir Knight
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| Within a face of iron?
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| The more you shield your eyes from light
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| The more you’ll make them blind
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| Turn your horse for home Sir Knight
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| Your hawk and hounds are waiting
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| Your Lady does not sleep at night
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| She fears the hand of fate tonight
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| Turn your face towards the sun
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| And listen to the minutes run
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| Oh can’t you feel the warning breeze
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| And hear the whisper in the trees?
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| Look behind you, man of iron
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| And your children call and do
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| Not find you and a wall of silent
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| Laughter scornes the chorus of their cries
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| Was this the end you chose, Sir Knight
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| Was this why you were born so bright?
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| The wolves will chew your bones tonight
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| It is your brother’s hand you hold so tight
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| Your brother’s blood, your brother’s life
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| Your brother’s love, your brother’s knife |