The Romantic Warrior

	Standing bold Romantic Warrior
	Timeless one in amour gold
	Giving your message to warriors all
	The victory of victories is about to be told
	Don’t succumb to the sorceress warriors
	Tarnishing your purpose bright
	Have your senses yet to have their fill
	Of battles old and fearsome stories told each night
	You’ve wandered off the path my warrior friends
	Those pictures painted in your weary eyes
	Tell of age old times gone by
	When you fought and jousted cross the skies
	In those battled faces etched so deep
	Are stories of those gruesome duels
	When locked in combat for a thousand years
	You earned the title tyrants cruel
	But even in those loud victorious cries
	The magician spun a strange defeat
	For as you smote from view the jester bright
	Your battered selves lay at your feet
	The sadness in your hearts ring out
	Protesting those whose silent will
	Led you to this bloodstained trail
	And you cant recall deciding to kill
	Pick up the gauntlet warriors
	Sheath your swords put up your trusty lance
	Channel the power used to rush every foe
	Into giving the future a chance
	Believe in yourselves old warriors bold
	Create a path so firm and sure
	Fight for the birth of the freedom of man
	The end of this medieval overture

	Standing bold Romantic Warrior
	Timeless one in amour gold
	Giving your message to warriors all
	The victory of victories is about to be told
	Don' t succumb to the sorceress warriors
	Tarnishing your purpose bright
	Have your senses yet to have their fill
	Of battles old and fearsome stories told each night
	You' ve wandered off the path my warrior friends
	Those pictures painted in your weary eyes
	Tell of age old times gone by
	When you fought and jousted cross the skies
	In those battled faces etched so deep
	Are stories of those gruesome duels
	When locked in combat for a thousand years
	You earned the title tyrants cruel
	But even in those loud victorious cries
	The magician spun a strange defeat
	For as you smote from view the jester bright
	Your battered selves lay at your feet
	The sadness in your hearts ring out
	Protesting those whose silent will
	Led you to this bloodstained trail
	And you cant recall deciding to kill
	Pick up the gauntlet warriors
	Sheath your swords put up your trusty lance
	Channel the power used to rush every foe
	Into giving the future a chance
	Believe in yourselves old warriors bold
	Create a path so firm and sure
	Fight for the birth of the freedom of man
	The end of this medieval overture