Thursday, May 27, 2004
To be in the place where brave knights roved.
To fight, to die, for one betrothed.
A maiden's love, a maiden's beauty,
To live or perish, it is my duty.
Duty, duty, what is this?
To have a purpose, ah, it is bliss.
To fight for honour, and die for valour,
Help those in need, in deed, in battle.
Not might is right,
But might for right.
Camelot's King was an honourable man,
I only wish that I still can.
But without purpose, with nothing to cherish,
Where there’s no vision, the people perish.
Useless are the deeds of the knight,
Without a standard by which to fight.
Duty, duty, what is this?
To have a purpose, ah, it is bliss.
"Drink up, baby down
mmm, are you in or are you out
leave your things behind
'cause it's all going off without you
excuse me, too busy you're writing your tragedy"
"So let go, just get in
oh, it's so amazing here"
