Words and Music: Steffen Albert Rheinbauer
In the heart of the battle, yes many men fall
Death shows no favor to large or to small
In the midst of the ranks, find confusion and fear
Survivors are those who can keep there minds clear
Many a man seeks the mastery of steel
Mortal men all, the cold bite they do feel
The skills of a soldier and the blade play a part
Tis no mastery of steel till you master your heart
Fyrdmen and Huscarls in service to Crown
Their martial achievements have won them renown
Foes often wonder what puts them at ease
Trust in their kinsmen lets them kill as they please
Many a man seeks the mastery of steel
Mortal men all, the cold bite they do feel
The skills of a soldier and the blade play a part
Tis no mastery of steel till you master your heart
Seek not to master the blade in your hand
Marshal your wits and the thoughts you command
The greatest of kings this world will depart
Seeking mastery of steel without knowing their heart
Many a man seeks the mastery of steel
Mortal men all, the cold bite they do feel
The skills of a soldier and the blade play a part
Tis no mastery of steel till you master your heart
There can be no mastery of steel till you master your heart