Your Gambeson is too long...

Your multi-weaponed Body Guard
Has packed his bags and fled
Leaving only rusty chain mail
And Bloody leathers for your bed

Pauldrons weigh down your shoulder
You've tangled up your fauld
With gauntlets bent and twisted
And your Halberd's far too tall

Your Vambraces they are dirty
And your greaves are laced up wrong
And you'd better take off your Helmet
Cos your Gambeson - is too long..

The ravens o'er the battlefield
Will call the hour for Ting
And bards will pamper victors
But the dead they cannot sing..

And carrion and corpses
The tangled ways of men
And the sun and moon will shatter
But it'll happen once again ....

Your Vambraces they are dirty
And your greaves are laced up wrong
And you'd better take off your Helmet
Cos your Gambeson - is too long..

Vollsanger 2014
[original Homburg - Procul Harum]

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