Medieval Knight replete in golden tones
your battleships invade our cliff side home,
three crosses dress your helmet and your vest,
two dueling swords proud two armed countenance.
Imposing flags that blot the light of day,
a lance of death, with five point killing blades
draped in stain you rise above the din
crusaders pledge to punish all who sin.
Unending sails and iron masks of war
your battle cries pound Emperion's doors,
your darkened heart roils in evil cauldron's bane
and seals your fate with religious words insane.
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