Sure as the day will grow longer

Sharp as the steel of my blade

In the presence of me

Most respectfully

We'll speak of the tithe that you paid



Look as your guard walks among you

Wave with a flag in your hand

Good tidings to you

In all that you do

Good servants are still in demand



Walk soft as we are approaching

This armor is not just for show

The time has come

To step to the sun

All dressed up with no place to go