Ride the wind and see the world as it is
was the promise I heard as a boy
pick up the sword, polish the shield
and forsake every man, the homemade toy
I'll tell you a tale of a maid and her true love
of a time when they walked in the night
when legends were born and mystery ruled
and goblins filled the realm with fright
Chargers snorted fire as they stood their ground in joust
swords gleaming in the moonlight dripped with red dreams
were cleaned with the good intentions of true chivalry
while maids were covered in lace, with skin as soft as cream
Hear me young man as your breast pounds with fire
you are as we who lived before
filled to the brim with the pride of a knight
standing here at the brink of d**hs door
Know ye that payment must be received
for that fire deep within your soul
the Gods will not allow your glory
without payment within the silver bowl
For the poor and lost have need of much help
and a knight must deliver of himself
if this noble deed be not taken
his armor should be hung on the shelf
With lance and mallet will I fight the good fight
and defend my lady fair
for the blackness of evil descends on us here
and covers my lungs as they scram for air
The sword thrust and parry
I've known true and well
as the hot sword tip of my enemy
found my side and caused a great swell
To awaken without this dream, and find myself impaled
on a wooden sword sharpened true and stout
and a grandson pleading for another tale
full of battle and glory, with the enemy in full rout