There is honour to be found
In the seat of my saddle
I take up my sword and ride
Into the battle.
My horse's hooves clatter
like the ringing steels of war,
Cantering before the host
Of a thousand more.
My helmet is my mask
My breastplate my defence
I do not see anything
But what is in front of me, hence
I am a victor, soldier
I am a man of war
For years I have sought
On wings of legend, to soar.
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