Lord Edward overviewed, his warriors complete.
Head protectors glimmered, an ocean of decided may,
Prepared to conflict underneath the blurring light.
He remained on an ascent, his endured face horrid,
In any case, his voice blast clearly, a ruler's strong song.
"Heads of courage, my most confided in family,
This realm we treasure currently faces the clamor."
He pointed a remote place, where shadows amassed,
The foe's ravenousness, a haziness unbeatable.
"They compromise our homes, our lives, and our property,
Yet, underneath this pennant, we'll persevere!"
A searing gleam started in each eye,
As the lord raised his blade, puncturing the sky.
"Triumph is standing by! Allow fortitude to light,
For the fallen legends, who shed blood in the evening!"
Hear then, my heroes, a lord's decree,Let bravery and win your
rallying call be!He who penetrates the positions, who drives with such
might,Shall be conceded a palace, washed in brilliant light.
He who disperses their lines, an overall reborn,Shall rule close by,
when triumph is sworn!For each foeman felled, their pennants brought low,Lands
and titles gave, an inheritance to plant!
The commitment touched off, a fire in every heart,
Covetousness changed to respect, an honorable show-stopper.
Blades conflicted in a melody, a loud thunder,
Their faithfulness repeating, forevermore.
From the most youthful enroll to the carefully prepared old knight,
They swore their dedication, washed toward the beginning of the
day's light.
Joined they stood, a post areas of strength for so,
Prepared to confront the murkiness, correcting some unacceptable.
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