Luke A, Fink

Teutonic Knight






There he stands
Defender of the Holy Land
A monument to success
A reprieve from death
Waiting for his king to come
Who is this young one
A murmur begins to rise
The sound of battle cries
The day is not yet done
When this warrior has come
Alone with just a few
To save pilgrims anew
To fight and to die
Champions to his cause side
That in monument and life
He fought valiantly alight
When his heart lies broken
In it lays his only token
He bears his broken cross
That in hell he won't rot

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