Least of my Kind
Original: Least Of My Kind (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgCdDkmh5bo)
Covered in dirt and mud, aching and spitting blood Cursing, you start to rise and groan. Far off through field and fell mutters the Chapter bell: Never a Guardian falls alone
Chorus:
Think on the battle’s cost; this time the Lancer lost Beaten and broken and blind. Better beware one more, better prepare for war: I was the least of my kind.
Prying my arrows cold out of my fingers’ hold
Pause to take stock, reflect and rue;
Look on the damage done here by a single one
What do you think a whole Lance will do?
Chorus
Bury me where I fall, far from the Chapter’s Call;
Slain in a fight I could not win;
Nearby, Unconquered hear. Heads turn with pricking ears.
Thought you, you fool, that I had no kin?
Chorus x2