The memories in my blood
Those of chevaliers
Witness to the horror
Of the great chevauchees
I bled at Agincourt
I fell at Poitiers
Rode with the Archpriest
For revenge and glory
I was there when his men cut him down
Dragged from my from mount
In a sea of halberds,
Destroyers and destriers
I bled at Crecy
I drowned at Sluys
The hail of arrows gifting peasant deaths
The royal cannons decimate longbowmen
The thunder of hooves
The thunder of death
Rode through the devastated countryside
Fires and bodies, famine and disease
I still know the stench of a battlefield full of dead
The splash of suffering men's throats being slit
I am the descendant of warriors
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