O’er the gaping casm high

The armored beast comes soaring nigh

By blood and lust its wings are filled

It lights to gorge on those its killed

In sweeping fields of golden grain

A peasant stands where fates ordained

With ooden shield and rusty sword

To fight for family and for lord

O’er the man beast’s shadow looms 

Flaps of wind proclaiming doom

Goliath claws rake the ground

To meet a David sans a crown

Chorus:

A feeble peasant of humble birth

Whose callused hands work the earth

Fights for peace and firtile land

With righteous shield and faith’s sword in hand

Oh winged fiend of feudal realm

Its fiery evil doth o’erwelm

Any man who dares to stand

‘Cept peasant warrior with faith’s shield in hand

Darkness reigns o’er shire and castle, plebian brood, lord, vassal

With holy light let sheep remand

Thy evil monster, faith’s sword in hand

The eye beholds the gilded scale

Whose fang and claw make shield look frail

Reptilian eyes and fetid breath

Envisage prey’s impending death

From gaping maw comes forked tongue

directing flames from hellish lungs

Yet, foolish peasant stands his ground

As dancing flames around him bound

Sword and shield raised up to ‘fend

‘Gainst Satan’s minion’s wicked end

As rusted iron meets golden scale

The clash rings o’er hill and dale

Chorus:

A feeble peasant of humble birth

Whose callused hands work the earth

Fights for peace and firtile land

With righteous shield and faith’s sword in hand

Oh winged fiend of feudal realm

Its fiery evil doth o’erwelm

Any man who dares to stand

‘Cept peasant warrior with faith’s shield in hand

Darkness reigns o’er shire and castle, plebian brood, lord, vassal

With holy light let sheep remand

Thy evil monster, faith’s sword in hand

Each strike the lone crusader thrustsWith alloyed sword dulled by rustPlunged forth alas with great travailMade scarce a mark on golden scale
With cutting tail and sharpened clawAnd fiery breath and deadly jawThe serpent wages its attackDriving lowly peasant back
Like salty drops of ocean spewSweat, and blood, soak peasant throughHis muscles quiver from relentless strainDespair creeps in, ’tis friend of pain
Chorus:

A feeble peasant of humble birth

Whose callused hands work the earth

Fights for peace and firtile land

With righteous shield and faith’s sword in hand

Oh winged fiend of feudal realm

Its fiery evil doth o’erwelm

Any man who dares to stand

‘Cept peasant warrior with faith’s shield in hand

Darkness reigns o’er shire and castle, plebian brood, lord, vassal

With holy light let sheep remand

Thy evil monster, faith’s sword in hand

Callus rends from cramping hands That tilled the soil of firtile landAnd heaving chest cries out for airWhilst the angry heart resists Despair
Yet,hope arises like dawning sunat the subtle faltering of the wicked oneA tarnished blade scores on exposed limb”Father God, let me finish him!”
Through cramping legs and knotted shoulderFaith grows stronger, actions bolderFrom serpent’s wound scarlet poursTo spoil the ground for evermore
Chorus:

A feeble peasant of humble birth

Whose callused hands work the earth

Fights for peace and firtile land

With righteous shield and faith’s sword in hand

Oh winged fiend of feudal realm

Its fiery evil doth o’erwelm

Any man who dares to stand

‘Cept peasant warrior with faith’s shield in hand

Darkness reigns o’er shire and castle, plebian brood, lord, vassal

With holy light let sheep remand

Thy evil monster, faith’s sword in hand

THe demon stands with weeping wingAll through its frame agony singsFervent peasant spies weakened foe”Father God, tis providence I know”
And raising rusted bloody, swordHe smite through sinew, flesh, and cordRetreating from the scarlet fountainBeast crumbles like a gilded mountain
With beast defeated and fiefdom freeThe victor drops upon his kneesBows his head and stills his heart”Father God, how great thou art!”
Chorus:

A feeble peasant of humble birth

Whose callused hands work the earth

Fights for peace and firtile land

With righteous shield and faith’s sword in hand

Oh winged fiend of feudal realm

Its fiery evil doth o’erwelm

Any man who dares to stand

‘Cept peasant warrior with faith’s shield in hand

Darkness reigns o’er shire and castle, plebian brood, lord, vassal

With holy light let sheep remand

Thy evil monster, faith’s sword in hand