Lyrics

I shield you from the friendly fire, and parry from a morning star.
We make it past the horde of guards, usurpers and their wielded silver swords.

They never should incite such strife, but now we must hold the crown,
and strive for the good of the realm, a chance to be revered by all.

I know I'm only lowborn but, you could raise me up the ranks and,
ease my way to the upper echelons beside you.

Don't throw me down, don't feed me to the wolves.
Don't run me around, I really gotta stay.
Don't leave me bound, let the creed you hide give you away.

Alone we share the mead by the flagon, it's sweetness wont compare to thou.
But why must I stay in this hold-fast for a fort-night long.

You ask me to unsheathe my great-sword.
They only should remain in scabbards
for so long, I can't contain it now or then or forevermore.

Don't throw me down, don't feed me to the wolves.
Don't run me around, I really gotta stay.
Don't leave me bound, let the creed you hide give you away.

Don't throw me down, don't feed me to the wolves.
Don't run me around, I really gotta stay.
Don't leave me bound, let the creed you hide give you away.

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