A hospitaller of Jerusalem,
Sir St. John be my name.
Knighthood is my crown,
bravery is my fame.

A vow of dedication
for my country I applaud.
The blood on my sword
is for King and my God.

My heart is a rock
made of granite I'm told.
The hardest of all stones,
yet with warmth and not cold.

To see me following
is a scare to your eyes.
An army being just one,
thundering from the skies.

By order of the King
I trail you to death.
I end your life,
your soul I theft.

There's no where to go,
no castle to hide.
Stand and be brave,
let it known how you died.

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