What my way shall yield, I don't know where it may lead, What do you see when you're closing your eyes? Coming home on my steed, with the shield, or on the shield, Would you meet me with a kiss or despise?
Armets of iron, they came in a horde, Sheathe broke in halves but my hand would never let go of the sword.
What I left behind, in the plots that unwind, What would you say if you'd see what I've seen? Thou shalt be so kind, in your mantle of white, Let me back in your chambers, my queen...
If you believe in your knight's guiding star Thou shalt be there, a dark silhouette in the doors left ajar...
Only you, my trusty steed, can forgive the last defeat, For your mercy with freedom I pay. The fort is desolate, my queen is now prostrate, What a cruel and malevolant fate! Your knight has lost the game, no hero he became, But this cliffs will remember his name. But this cliffs will remember his name!