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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 |