Sword and Shield
Sword, glimmering bright with gold in the cloak of night
Silver shield in hand to hide from fright
Embellished with honor, both tained with crimson
How could we fall?
Slain by our own free will
Save whom you can, dear sword and shield
Wielded with hands of justice
Wings spread free with feathers of elegance
Armor sturdy to protect delicate mortal flesh
Silence falls with grace
Lace of tears decorate these shinning
Sword and Shield
What honor could we withold now?
It lies within our hearts
Compassion
Angels gave us compassion
Mortals gave us sword and shield
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