Ancient men with great skill wrought
as fame and glory were what they sought
They carefully hammered and skillfully forged
Weapons with which they fiercely fought
the king's sword was rightly made
a lordly and a knightly blade
foes will find its sight unkind
thus it's name will never fade
it slashed at mail, it pierced scale
it shone bright while foes went pale
it was fierce, it craved to pierce
once upon swords, it shattered them frail
And so the king rode to war
In lands unknown and realms far
To places dark where wild men bark
where the skies have no moon and star
once the day of battle came
man knew not face nor name
he knew only how to fight
both for glory and for fame
Horns blew and the men cried
While they marched forth, side by side
The first lines clashed and men engaged
As they began with strength and pride
the field became a dwelling for death
as smoke and dust took away breath
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