A knight is sworn to valour
And his heart knows only only virtue
His blade defends the helpless
And his might upholds the weak
When the word of war goes out
When Kings and Queens request
Mount horse and head away
Sharpened steel, crossing blades,
Before fear, do your work
His word will be the law that we command
Whoose blood will stain the ground?
Plunging our steel into the hearts of enemy May our troops be many,
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