Our age is just so short …Have you ever had that thought?Did you ever think of lifeAnd the death in which you'll dive?We may tell you of your choice -Listen not if it is noise,Listen for to change your lifeAnd the death in which to dive.May we hope that you will hearOf the cross you'll have to bear?May we trust that you will listenEven though your eyes don't glisten?Even though the path is hardAnd may tear you apart?We will tell in but few wordsOf that Choice Of Many Sorts,You may hear us or not,Having fled, or having fought.Choice is simple as it is -You may help or you may tease,You may fight or you may run,Being moon or being sun.You'll be wise or you'll be dumb,Being river, being pump,Being friend or being foe,You'll be head, or you'll be toe.You may live safe or be in danger,Be encaged or live as stranger,Live as man or live as herd,Wait for freedom - or shepherd.Live for good or live for bad,Feel as happy or as sad,Feel as same or feel as other,Live with enemy or brother.You'll be once or be forever,Dead at once or never-ever,You'll be life or you'll be death,Nothing more, yet nothing less...Choice is told for those who’re bold,Being whispered, never sold,With a touch and not a hitLight of yours we tried to lit.You may hear or may not,Change your path or just abort,But of this you have been taughtFor your life is just so short...
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I know, I know - the epoch's wrong,No more bard will sing a song,No more knight will roam the lands ...Theirs weapons fill museum stands.I know, I know - they are now past,Theirs bodies nothing but a dust,But their spirits still alive -And for the justice they still strife.The word and blade ... the word is blade -And it will make its holy raid,All sleeping knights it will awakeFor good of all ... for their sake.The knight is sworn to uphold good,Be always vigil, fast on foot,The knights are born to fight with evilIn their hearts as with a devil.The knight is sworn to protect weakAnd justice he shall always seek,Those knights are always born anew -But their numbers very few.Is there is one to answer call ?The question made, the silence fall ...They have embraced their dreams -To make them fight there are no means.I know, I know - they are long gone,When they are killed - the world shall moan,When they are dead, the world will cry ...Come forth, assassins, make your try !For I do know - the time is rightFor one ferocious, one last fight ...The knights are born to no avail,And thus villains shall prevail.The time will pass, the world will shift,And virtue will once show a rift,For there is thing that's truly sad ...There are no knights - they all are dead.
