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Hilt digs deep

Beneath amber moon

Destruction rides with us

Faith and honor

Brutality and blood

The blood of infidels

Endless miles

Scorching heat

Snow drifts

Starvation

Disease

Men and horses fall

Cannibals among us

Driven and desperate knights

Miracles will sustain us

God will not fail us

The part of me that is gone

Somehow drives me on

My dreams

My nightmares

My memories

Amid the sparks and embers

The troubadour plays

His lyric of chivalry

The love of the lady won

Four armies

Massive force

Knights and infantry

Without discipline

Strangers in a strange land

Antioch

Four hundred towers

Eight month siege

My body and soul ache

Driven and desperate knights

Miracles will sustain us

God will not fail us

The part of me that is gone

Somehow drives me on

My dreams

My nightmares

My memories

The Holy Lance discovered

Sign of impending victory

An army of saints come to our aid

Conquest tempered by plague

Again we embark