I speak of a brotherhood! this fraternity a code of arms forged in chivalry, then damn! the danger of death and disgrace, defend the flag to the glory of thy queen in this noble place.

These are the times for adventure, the battle-ax will casts it’s shadow over hostile lands with treachery, Thy enemy will run the gauntlet of armor warriors paying homage to such gallantry.

The soldiers of conquest harden your heart to the violent pursuit yes! the monks will dispute, yet honor the sword within this pledge lies the seeds of nobility, the weak will be vanquished there pending reality.

The weapons of war, heroic! jewels in the joust, the rituals and the pageantry
God bless the Queen her royal majesty, then see the fools folly in the vigil of the peasants, awaiting a promise born from ignorance!.

We will gallop into gory at the side of Sir Galahad, a crusade drenched in blood and gunpowder is at hand, we will restore the feudal in our feudalism above the deafening cries of humanism.

In the halls of our kingdom great ritual ceremonies of honor, knights in their gilled helmets, the grand surcoats will be apparent, the crowds will scream for more of the echoing of the troubadour, glorifying the Knights of the Crown forever more.

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