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I witness the end of the old ways

I face the dawn of the modern age

My fathers cry beyond the grave

My culture dies I feel their rage

On the grim altar of progress

All I held dear is turned to dust

The meaning of honour to be lost

Corruption is king and bow we must

Bow we must

Battle no longer a matter of honour

War has become a faceless industry

Heritage no longer has any value

There is no more use for chivalry

Yet I shall not bow, I shall fight

For all that I believe to be right

I gather men who still are true

To the lofty world once we knew

Once we knew

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Last man of honour, standing with pride

Strong and defiant, steel by my side

My cause may be hopeless and though I shall fall

I die with honour, gallant and tall

Polish my blade and saddle my steed

One more time into battle I ride

The new order shall face my wrath

For our blood, our honour, our pride

I meet the enemy of the field of woe

Long I stand against a stronger foe

Until at last my blade is shattered

And I must fall, torn and battered

Torn and battered

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