Stolen from the hearth at morning break Pulled across the threshold half awake Led into the darkness and underneath the Earth Three forsaken evens for wisdom's sake
Pure of heart, sound of limb Safe without, secure within But where is the balance If not on the outside And who meets the gaze of the proud If not Paladin?
Painted down the limbs when moon was dark Branded 'tween the fingers in Meister's hark Greeted into torchlight and shown the secret sign Sleeping under heaven with hempen sark
Pure of heart, sound of limb Safe without, secure within But where is the balance If not on the outside And who meets the gaze of the proud If not Paladin?
Cast aside the silver to guard the soul Keep the spirit pure and the body whole Walk towards the altar and all that this contains Gird your loins for battle and take control