William
William in his castle lay
Sword and shield beside him
A lovely lady at his side
But, alas, he lay there dying
Far away the sounds were heard
The screams of men and fighting
The ring of steel rang through the air
His castle lay in ruins
Closing his eyes, he laid back his head
Clutching his lady to him
And he dreamed a last dream of an age that might come
Where the sword would be laid down for good
His lady washed away the dirt
On his face from the dust of battle
But even her gentle tenderness
Did naught to soothe his troubles
Below in the courtyard the enemy swarmed
In droves of hundreds to thousands
Destroying resistance where ever it came
The battle would soon be over
Life by the sword is noble at best
But higher is the price you pay
The one who will win is the one who's named Death
Till the sword is laid down for good
Now all that stands of that castle today
Is a pile of stones and rubble
The bones of the men have long since decayed
Their glory's been forgotten
Life by the sword is noble at best
But higher is the price you pay
The one who will win is the one who's named Death
Till the sword is laid down for good
Not Necesarily Medieval songs, We'd all like to sing