Knight of the Black RoseIn a world where strength is a sword,More Like This
And war determines wrong and right,
People flock to land and lord,
In chaos, everyone must fight.
There is no word in any tongue,
That can describe what will be done.
The black rose will fade from light.
A knight he is, justice he wields.
His grave will be the battlefield.
Against an enemy he cannot win,
Ever onward he will ride.
Where darkness lies, light grows thin.
Ever onward, with honour and pride.
His deeds will win great renown,
His enemy will not smite him down.
Yet victory lies with neither side.
A knight he is, pure and strong.
In no land does he belong.
The enemy of his enemy is no friend.
From friend, a new evil is born.
It is a wound that none can tend,
Betrayal echoes through the dawn.
A fragile vessel is the heart.
Easily shred and torn apart.
The fate of the rose seems forlorn.
A knight he is, whose fate is sundered.
Through shattered skies and distant thunder.
His sword is sheathed, no flesh he cleaves,
No more blood can be spilled
Honor HonorMore Like This
It is something that has great meaning
Something that was not ever broken
By close friend and family
Now only a few hold it dear
And are willing to fight for it
With every ounce of strength
Even if it means their death
They will defend what they have
Just for the sake of honor