Eighteen and eight was the date

That the match was to begin

The king had said, "The princess will wed

The worthy knight that wins"

Yes, a princess, a virgin maid,

One day she will be queen

And now two men chance to join her

As others only dream

Both know the risk at hand;

Both men feel it's worth the prize

To join the creed which rules the land

And claim the beauty as their bride



Horns shall sound, hooves will pound

Fear fills each man's head

"Triumph mine or I may wind

Yes, I may wind up dead!"



I'm the master of a fine brigade

Hoping to join the noble line

One day spread joy through this land

And detach what is malign

And the other man thinks to himself

"It is I who shall reign today,

Smite the king, take his seat

And forever have my way"



Horns shall sound, hooves will pound

Fear fills each man's head

"Triumph mine or I may wind

Yes, I may wind up dead!"



Charge - the time's at hand

I've the chance to rule the land

Charge - Reward of power

Outcome known within the hour

Charge - The crowd shall see

I will gain nobility

Charge - The lance shall tell

Potentate or bid farewell



A thrust in fury

Determination mixed with fear

A lunge too far to the left

The lance slices the air



Relief dwells upon each man

Sweat drips 'neath steel armature

There is no doubt the match goes on

Hooves shall fly once more



Charge!