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You know when you get part of a tune or melody that just jumps into your head and refuses to go until you've put it in something? This entire song (lyrics included) was written and performed within about half an hour. lol! I've tried to include a slightly creepy feeling - it is, after all, a dead person singing to you....
I need to get a better photo of me fencing. Oh well, it's the most recent one.
I need to get a better photo of me fencing. Oh well, it's the most recent one.
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Lyrics
Well I'm standing with my sword and shield,
My banners are raised,
I'm counting down the hours till
I reach my end of days,
Cos I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And if this should be my end of days,
Then Gods I pray this night
That my body will be born again
Onto the tourney field,
And that I can stand again
With my sword and shield,
Well I'm standing with my sword and shield,
My banners are raised,
I'm counting down the minutes till
I reach my end of days,
Cos I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And I will fight through dusk and dawn
And by the candle light.
Oh friend and foe around me
Both falter and fall,
Till I am left standing alone
Against the shield-wall.
Well I'm standing with my sword and shield,
My banners are raised,
I'm counting down the seconds till
I reach my end of days.
Cos I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And now my end of days has come,
Oh Gods I pray this night
That my body be born again,
Onto the tourney field,
And that I can stand again,
With my sword and shield,
For I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And with my final breath I pray,
"Make my spirit a knight"
For I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And I have died by the rapier,
I have died in the fight.
My banners are raised,
I'm counting down the hours till
I reach my end of days,
Cos I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And if this should be my end of days,
Then Gods I pray this night
That my body will be born again
Onto the tourney field,
And that I can stand again
With my sword and shield,
Well I'm standing with my sword and shield,
My banners are raised,
I'm counting down the minutes till
I reach my end of days,
Cos I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And I will fight through dusk and dawn
And by the candle light.
Oh friend and foe around me
Both falter and fall,
Till I am left standing alone
Against the shield-wall.
Well I'm standing with my sword and shield,
My banners are raised,
I'm counting down the seconds till
I reach my end of days.
Cos I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And now my end of days has come,
Oh Gods I pray this night
That my body be born again,
Onto the tourney field,
And that I can stand again,
With my sword and shield,
For I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And with my final breath I pray,
"Make my spirit a knight"
For I was born to the rapier,
I was born to the fight,
And I have died by the rapier,
I have died in the fight.
BobRoberts
and singing (didn't want to leave that out). I love when songs almost
write themselves. Not exactly my cup of tea, but very well done
nonetheless.