The sword holds memoriesnThe clash of armored mennLands which bred braverynStrange ways to entice themnnArsenal of glorynUnconquered soldierynnThe sword holds memoriesnThe clash of armored mennLands which bred braverynStrange ways to entice themnnArsenal of glorynUnconquered soldierynProfane centurynMedieval victorynnAn honor that has been gonenI feel the scorn rush through menThe countless fallen heroesnWhom befouled their dignitynnProfane centurynMedieval centurynnAmongst the ruins of hoary castlesnPowerful wreaths of incense risenThe wretched knights cull the emblemsnTo ride along their graceful mountsnnThroughout the chamber the aura of hatenHabitually dispersed upon hammering steelnTheir cascading blood ensured the kinshipnEnthralled amid the somber warcry