No love for useless talk
Nor sleep or excess pleasure
He lives to train, enduring pain
His master's word, his measure

Early morning sunrise finds him
on the fencing grounds
Pursuing quick precision
until mastery is found

And those who ride
Must follow in the way
Of the Knight and Nobleman
For those who fight
Have already layed down their lives

He knows no will but sovereignty
His honor knows no price
His heart is love and loyalty
His body knows no vice

Ready as the dawn breaks
or as even fades to night
His heart prepared for battle
And his hands, prepared to fight

And those who ride
Must follow in the way
Of the Knight and Nobleman
For those who fight
Have already layed down their lives