To be a knight, I'm required to be more than human
Chivalry demands I hold tight upon my redemption
To care for the weak, defend the defenseless, truly
I must lift my sword, with hope, in morality, grace
I was woven in weak flesh, my sinful heart, I stand
For my king has sanctioned my new knighthood
The world belongs to few bearing his noble's blood
If he falls, the land will pall, and become lifeless
The land is bound by how a king lives, or falls dead
Carrying his sword, as his sacrifice, as his right hand
I long to serve him, live for him, and die in his stead
“some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not
dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place; and
men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.”
Sir
dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place; and
men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.”
Sir
