How dare thee mock me
And my chivalrous ways
You are most vile
You pestulent knave!
Your Bloodsharde
Cannot my shield rend
Come now, Black Knight
Let's put this to an end!
She is my love
Unhand her at once!
Were I your schoolmaster
I would make you a dunce!
I will take no pride
When I best you in battle
Charge me, Black Knight
And end your prattle!
When this is over
The maiden let loose
Perhaps my king will spare you
From his dreaded noose!
Oh Black Knight!
Your treacherous ways!
You bring a black dragon!
With a crimson gaze!
I feel no fear
For I will impart
A golden arrow
For the beast's heart!
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