Eighteen and eight was the date
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That the match was to begin
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The king had said, "The princess will wed
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The worthy knight that wins"
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Yes, a princess, a virgin maid,
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One day she will be queen
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And now two men chance to join her
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As others only dream
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Both know the risk at hand;
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Both men feel it's worth the prize
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To join the creed which rules the land
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And claim the beauty as their bride
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Horns shall sound, hooves will pound
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Fear fills each man's head
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"Triumph mine or I may wind
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Yes, I may wind up dead!"
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I'm the master of a fine brigade
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Hoping to join the noble line
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One day spread joy through this land
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And detach what is malign
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And the other man thinks to himself
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"It is I who shall reign today,
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Smite the king, take his seat
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And forever have my way"
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Horns shall sound, hooves will pound
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Fear fills each man's head
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"Triumph mine or I may wind
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Yes, I may wind up dead!"
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Charge - the time's at hand
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I've the chance to rule the land
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Charge - Reward of power
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Outcome known within the hour
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Charge - The crowd shall see
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I will gain nobility
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Charge - The lance shall tell
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Potentate or bid farewell
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A thrust in fury
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Determination mixed with fear
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A lunge too far to the left
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The lance slices the air
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Relief dwells upon each man
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Sweat drips 'neath steel armature
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There is no doubt the match goes on
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Hooves shall fly once more
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Charge!
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Charge
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Crumbsuckers |