I left my friends and family
the place I call my home
But I march not with strangers
as o'er fields we do roam.
Those in this company
are trained in ways of war.
We fight to save each other,
though battered, bruised, and sore.
I will kill for my King,
I will die for my Queen.
I will march with my kinsmen
'gainst foes yet unseen.
When called by the crown,
I will come to Their aid,
Until I am struck down,
I pledge now my blade.
Not known for the tourney,
no steed to call my own.
I will fight with any weapon,
be it axe, spear, or stone.
The Crown's protection of our land
is the debt that I repay.
I will fight till I am home again
or dead beneath the clay.
I will kill for my King,
I will die for my Queen.
I will march with my kinsmen
'gainst foes yet unseen.
When called by the crown,
I will come to Their aid,
Until I am struck down,
I pledge now my blade.
I fight for those upon the Throne
and the burden that they bear.
They must smile in times both good & bad
and those of deep despair.
Tradition cries, unto the Crown,
my head I must tip down.
With great respect for what they have done,
I kneel before the Crown.
I will kill for my King,
I will die for my Queen.
I will march with my kinsmen
'gainst foes yet unseen.
When called by the crown,
I will come to Their aid,
Until I am struck down,
I pledge now my blade.
Written by Count Steffen Rheinbauer, in honor of TRM Eringln and Eleanor, Spring AS XXIX