For Thy Heart, For Thy Heart come I now for he who hast wronged her.
Armsman simple may I be, no armor shall stay my sword.
Forged with love and quenched in tears and blood.
With my blade shall I cut from your very chest
The dark beast which wrenched her soul.
Tho grievous of wound and far of journey shall I survive.
To lay your lifeless heart upon her hearth.
And as it burns shall I receive her treasures with my dying breath.
I seek not fortune or glory.
I quest not for riches a man can hold.
I seek only life's most precious gifts.
Remembrance with honor and
The tender touch of My Lady's kiss.
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