Come close, and hand me my whetted broad sword,

Now step back, while I make peace with my Lord,

And as I am kneeling and praying in this field,

Take some leather rags, rub hard, clean my silver shield.

Bring me my helmet and place it upon my head,

We have talked of what you must do when I am dead,

So shut down the visor and lock out the light,

This my good friend will be my last fight.

I have been on this earth for forty long years,

Fighting wrongs, fighting foes hearing foot soldiers cheers,

Although I am strong, I have skills for battles and war,

I am old, I am slow, I’ve never been defeated before.

Make sure when I advance the sun is on my back, 

So I can feel the suns heat just before the attack,

It will warm my armour so that when I fall,

I will not be shivering when I hear my Lord call.

So go, go now, and may your life be all good,

I would ride at your side, protect you if I could,

But the whole of my life has been about this day,

And I will die with honour and pride, as this is my way.