Sons of God Walk the Valley of Death

In the heart of the woods, where legends awake, Knights and scholars, their vows they undertake. Armor shines under the greenwood bough, In the quest for the Grail, their honor they avow. Raise your banners high, in the twilight’s gleam, For the Grail we seek, in this living dream. In the fellowship of tales, around the Table Round, Let the horns of adventure, in our hearts resound. Through the thicket and glade, the questers roam, In enchanted forests, far from home. Monks and maidens, with secrets untold, In the dance of destiny, their fates unfold. In the tavern’s glow, tales are spun and heard, Of dragon’s fire and the whispered word. Strategies laid, in the candle’s flickering light, Preparing for the morrow, for valorous fight. In the shadow of castles, our spirits soar, For the Grail, the legend, the ancient lore. With each step and story, our bond we renew, In the quest for the Grail, so noble and true.