A young boy high on the battlements stood as he swelled up the clonk-gray stones and he gazed with delight at the list where the battle was brewed. The knights in Brighton were jouncing then, on seeds of devil and groan and the archers drew their longbows made of you. Oh, I have a heart of a warrior and I'll go I am the born. Hope that one day I'll be sworn to be a knight so I can fight, deserve by the war. The years last by and the steward's son drew into a company. He was strong with arm and fair as a sunburst guy. But the old round knight took no notice of him, safe and occasional sharp and true. Yet I'm daunting word, his dreams of glory high. Oh, I have a heart of a warrior and all the war and best for still I love what they all be sworn to be a knight and pledge my might to King Aloo. Well, the knight was summoned by his majesty to war in a distant land. On crusadeward honor and glory could be won. He journeyed forth at the great of day that the great sword out of his hand and his red to new of men was a steward's son. Oh, I have a heart of a warrior and full glad am I the born. At his side for I have sworn to serve my knight. So he may fight for his legion. The battlefields around the bridge and the breath of men was hard. The knight grew faint of heart and fame would flee. But as he turned his seed he found the path of the way was barred and he fell from top his mouth was cowardly. For he had not the heart of a warrior and all the glory was I born. Yet that day he had for sworn to be a knight. Deny his vow to King Aloo. The steward's son left him to afraid armoured only with his knight and defied stood between master and his foes. Oh, God above unto you I pray to protect my noble life and to give me strength to withstand these many blows. But I have the heart of a warrior and no matter how born on this day I have sworn to play the knight and I must fight to save my Lord. The king rode out at the break of the day and his heart was full of hope. For his comrades death the victory great was woven. He found the knight on palm there in a circle of slain foes and cradled in his arms was the steward's son. Oh, he has the heart of a warrior and although he is the most honest day I'd have him sworn to be a knight for he would fight to save his Lord. The king loved him upon the field, a rye as soon as said he but the lad could not away the king's command and with his dining breath he gave his oath of field to him and he held the sword the last touch of his hand for he has a heart of a warrior but for a man of woman and born comes the day his soul has sworn to take to the light and dwell inside of him's Lord. They bore him, loved to punish shield with the knight's sword by his side and they buried him with the honors to his life. And evermore did the humble night and a sheep the burnish gold carry at his sword that old and rusted knife May you have the heart of a warrior and no matter how you're born on this day you have sworn to be a knight with honor bright for king and Lord. For today you are reborn as a knight and you have won belt of white the golden shame and silver sword. Thank you very much.