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Eighteen and eight was the date |
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That the match was to begin |
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The king had said, "The princess will wed The worthy knight that wins" |
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Yes, a princess, a virgin maid, |
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One day she will be queen |
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And now two men chance to join her |
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As others only dream |
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Both know the risk at hand; |
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Both men feel it's worth the prize |
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To join the creed which rules the land |
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And claim the beauty as their bride |
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Horns shall sound, hooves will pound |
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Fear fills each man's head "Triumph mine or I may wind Yes, I may wind up dead!" |
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I'm the master of a fine brigade |
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Hoping to join the noble line |
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One day spread joy through this land |
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And detach what is malign |
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And the other man thinks to himself "It is I who shall reign today, Smite the king, take his seat And forever have my way" |
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Horns shall sound, hooves will pound |
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Fear fills each man's head "Triumph mine or I may wind Yes, I may wind up dead!" |
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Charge - the time's at hand |
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I've the chance to rule the land |
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Charge - Reward of power |
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Outcome known within the hour |
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Charge - The crowd shall see |
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I will gain nobility |
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Charge - The lance shall tell |
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Potentate or bid farewell |
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A thrust in fury |
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Determination mixed with fear |
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A lunge too far to the left |
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The lance slices the air |
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Relief dwells upon each man |
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Sweat drips 'neath steel armature |
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There is no doubt the match goes on |
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Hooves shall fly once more |
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Charge! |