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