MUSKETEER

[GaulishScot4Christ]

Vive La France! {(c) 1994}

Musketeer

The wind in the trees is no match for me
As I ride like the wind never could
On a horse with lightspeed, I hold Divine Creed
And I’ll always fight evil with good

On a quest without end, I’m sworn to defend
My king, whom God sat on his throne
By God’s Will he is there
And so, foul fiends beware
For to God I pledge blood, heart, and bone

In the Name Of The Lord I do wield this steel sword
As I ride o’er the land righting wrongs
And a musket I bear
And I’ve no time to spare
For the king’s held between Death’s cruel tongs

So I Ride On
I Ride On
‘Til the Threat Is Gone
I Ride On
Ride ‘Til Dawn
I Ride On

On Revenge The Enemy’s Bent
And, with much gold spent,
Has dared invoke a mercenary’s hire
With God’s help I’ll get there first
Before he can do his worst
But I must ride, ride like Wildfire!

Like a hawk on the wing, I’ll fly to save the king
God’s agent, hand-picked From On High
It’s the enemy’s loss
For I’ll Death Doublecross
I will never let my king die

With one stroke of my steel
He is at horse’s-heels
This villain, this minion of evil
In the king’s eyes bewildered
The face of the killer
Reflected amidst the upheaval

Though grounded he be
It is not up to me
To administer death’s final blow
In a trial he will stand
And the king of our land
Shall prescribe the fate of our foe

(S.J.C. August 26, 1994, Friday)