Greatfull warrior hear my call,
At last to look upon thee.
We need, of thee, to mount the wall,
And observe the rolling enemy sea.

They crashed upon our borders,
Intent to kill, this very night.
And I fear the Mystic Warders,
Can not turn us from this fight.

Will thou heed your kingdoms call,
And take up thy noble sword?
Don thine armor, protect the Hall,
Turn back this evil horde?

I can promise thoust riches,
I can make thouist a Knight.
I can give thoust wenches,
I beg you, do whats right.

Now I watch the warrior leaving,
As his armor he girds.
And my feelings are relieving,
As I dwell upon his words.

My king, I don't fight for riches,
And I don't fight to be a Knight.
I don't require wenches,
To take up this noble fight.

I do it for the glory,
I fight for God above.
I would gladly end my story,
For the kingdom that I love.