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In polished leather armor
Compelling dark snake charmer
Twinkling stats on night lit skies
Like fire surrounded by flies
Possessed by fame, fortune, glory
Refusing thoughts of getting hoary
Called it the privilege of youth
The creation of oneâs truth
Believing in invulnerability
And this nightâs brideâs virginity
Weâve got a few minutes to sell
We had our share of the painter manâs spell
And it might be good news for you
Weâve got even more, it just came out of the blue
Possessed to take the dragonâs fire
Weâve smashed and killed
Even those weâve admired
Staring at the crest to ride
Our souls were sold and hearts began to hide
Driven by madness weâve fulfilled the spell
Just to find ourselves in a wasted hell
With no more dreams of invulnerability
Weâve lost the belief in virginity
The shineâs gone, the armorâs tattered
Silently thankful, weâre still flattered
A second serving out of clear skies
The gods have even thoughts about the flies
An aided recall of fame, fortune, glory
For those old knights we are already hoary
Called it the privilege of lucky sods
Even battered, to beat the odds
Dreaming of invulnerability
And this nightâs brideâs charity