BEARSARK WAS RIGHT



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Heard a horror story just the other day,
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Two fighters were injured in the list.
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A single fighter did it to the both of them,
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And the Chirurgeon was very rightly pissed.
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He took it to the Marshal, this squire's got to go,
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And the Marshal said, let's talk to his knight,
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Who told them off quite rudely, no pansy ways for his!
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And his knee--smashing squire is still authori-i-zed to fight!

Have you seen it lately, how the armor has improved?
And there's nothing fighters fear with all that steel?
But with all that protection what was once a killing blow
The fighter underneath can't even feel?
So you've got to hit him harder, you've got to make him know,
Beyond any doubt that he is dead,
And more and more the fourteen-gauge is denting on the field,
And you needn't be a prophet to foretell what lies ahead.

The King says go easy, but he's whistling in the wind,
His will has not a prayer of being felt.
For squires have to hit hard, they've got to beat the knights,
It seems like just immortals win a belt.
So I will not fight;  Bearsark was right.
I see no honor in this skill.
Do you now see why someone's truly gonna die
Before these fools realize their sticks can kill?