[L Parcharidis M Parcharidis, Marquardt] Oh, cleansing indignation Oh, flame of righteous wrath Give me a soul to fell thee and follow in thy path Save me from selfish virtue Arm me for the fearless fight And give me strength to carry on as a soldier of the right I was that man who held honour of my lords In a bloody fight I added to the gore I was servant to my King May heaven bless his name A nobler soul I never knew nor saw a bolder King [Chorus] I follow in thy golden path With mortal sinful wrath The mighty men of ancient days are sleeping in the dust The kingdoms of the earth are sunk into great abyss Where worms forsake the carcass when theres no savior left Whos that man that feels ashamed in the hour of last breath? Justice and chivalry imbred amongst five more Seven knightly virtues imparted within Brave hearts far flung beneath the troops of war Enslaved by slavery armour Fear of deadly sin that I hold within [Chorus] A knights honour and strength rests upon faith His God foremost and the passion for his land I pray for righteousness and that my body last to stand While fighting along my way My predestined path
parcharidis, honour, path, virtue, wrath