If Doug ever needs a sword, this might provide one.
Broadsword - Jethro Tull
I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black
cloud that hides the sun.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing.
Take women and children and bed them down.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me.
Bless the women and children who firm our hands.
Put our backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.
Or maybe this one
Kingsword - Heather Dale
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Son of the dragon, of night and the slaughter
Whose wisdom his unshaven youth will belie
Will wake from her slumber the lake's only daughter
To answer the calling she cannot deny
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Wrought by a queen for the hand of the chosen
From fish scales and currents and winter's reply
Brought from the deep by a prophet who knows
In the arms of the water again it will lie
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Crashing Down - Heather Dale
You must be getting pretty tied
Of the man who once inspired you
Going back on what he asked you to believe
All the promises of power form his glittering ivory tower
Where's the height he once told you, you'd achieve
Those other men believe what you and I will never see
But I say why believe in place of proof
Let those other keep on praying
You know I'm only saying
What the other are afraid might be the truth
Well they say nothing grows until the oak has hit the ground
So let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
Where are all the things you fought for
All the dreams you shed your blood for
Are they shabby now and fraying at the seams
Was this your boyhood vision,
To endure the world's derision
While the culprit sits and laughs behind the scenes
Well they say nothing grows
Until the oak has hit the ground
So let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
um de le di
um de le di
um de le di
um de le di
Let us cleanse this farce with fire
Strike the fool who leads the liar
Let it all come crumbling down
Like the firebird from the ashes
We will rise to lead the masses
The strongest will emerge to wear the crown
Well they say nothing grows
Until the oak has hit the ground
So let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
Let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
Riot
Broadsword - Jethro Tull
I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black
cloud that hides the sun.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing.
Take women and children and bed them down.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me.
Bless the women and children who firm our hands.
Put our backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.
Or maybe this one
Kingsword - Heather Dale
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Son of the dragon, of night and the slaughter
Whose wisdom his unshaven youth will belie
Will wake from her slumber the lake's only daughter
To answer the calling she cannot deny
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Wrought by a queen for the hand of the chosen
From fish scales and currents and winter's reply
Brought from the deep by a prophet who knows
In the arms of the water again it will lie
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand
The kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
A rumor explained by the one who began it
A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
Crashing Down - Heather Dale
You must be getting pretty tied
Of the man who once inspired you
Going back on what he asked you to believe
All the promises of power form his glittering ivory tower
Where's the height he once told you, you'd achieve
Those other men believe what you and I will never see
But I say why believe in place of proof
Let those other keep on praying
You know I'm only saying
What the other are afraid might be the truth
Well they say nothing grows until the oak has hit the ground
So let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
Where are all the things you fought for
All the dreams you shed your blood for
Are they shabby now and fraying at the seams
Was this your boyhood vision,
To endure the world's derision
While the culprit sits and laughs behind the scenes
Well they say nothing grows
Until the oak has hit the ground
So let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
um de le di
um de le di
um de le di
um de le di
Let us cleanse this farce with fire
Strike the fool who leads the liar
Let it all come crumbling down
Like the firebird from the ashes
We will rise to lead the masses
The strongest will emerge to wear the crown
Well they say nothing grows
Until the oak has hit the ground
So let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
Let's clear the way my boys
And let the giant come crashing down
Riot
