The sword holds memories   The clash of armored men   Lands which bred bravery   Strange ways to entice them      Arsenal of glory   Unconquered soldiery      The sword holds memories   The clash of armored men   Lands which bred bravery   Strange ways to entice them      Arsenal of glory   Unconquered soldiery   Profane century   Medieval victory      An honor that has been gone   I feel the scorn rush through me   The countless fallen heroes   Whom befouled their dignity      Profane century   Medieval century      Amongst the ruins of hoary castles   Powerful wreaths of incense rise   The wretched knights cull the emblems   To ride along their graceful mounts   Throughout the chamber the aura of hate   Habitually dispersed upon hammering steel   Their cascading blood ensured the kinship   Enthralled amid the somber warcry