Young knight of the mortal realm br Your sturdy shield may weather br The blows of shallow circumstance br And protect your cowering limbs br From opportunity lost br But the noble Knight of Truth br Stands firm before ye br With fire-eyes br Defiant. br br Lay down your futile shield. br No show of arms can shake an immortal foe. br His golden sword is at the ready br Tempered with the blood of men. br His gauntlet is down. br The choice is yours. br br Cast yours beside it. br Let courage be your standard br And stand but proud br When the singing blade br Begins to cut your watery flesh and br Add its droplets to the ruddy river of Time. br br Or die dishonored br On a field of shame br Your gauntlet in your hand.