|Master Cerian Cantwr|
So you strap on your armor and pick up your sword,
And you march into battle when your king gives the word.
And whether your spirit is up or is down,
We will answer the call and we'll follow the crown.
For many's the march that we've made 'gainst the foe,
Though there have been times when we'd rather not go.
But despite wind and weather, when our king takes the field
We will march to support him with our hearts and our steel.
For it's easy to fight on a nice sunny day
When your armor is dry and you're feeling ok.
It's no hardship to march when you like the new crown
And you've faith that the battle plan won't let you down.
But what when the day does dawn dank and wet,
When your armor's still clammy from yesterday's sweat,
When there's no chance in hell that the plan's going to work,
When your body is aching, and the king is a jerk.
For chivalry's measured in many a way
Like how sometimes you go, though you'd much rather stay.
That when muster is called, you ride forth if you can,
Says a lot of the honor and the heart of a man.
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