In a mundane world, far away from Bordermarch-Barony,
We guard our great steel castles that arise from the open sea.
No tall stone walls and moat to protect one place for centuries,
But unbending iron and men as hard who rob from the earth then leave.
We pearce Mother Earth with our lances below the ocean dark and cold,
And bleed her of a kingdom's ransom in beautiful black gold.
Though our armor and weapons are different than the mail and sword you know,
Our enemies are demons from the pits of Hell who rage in the earth below.
And at times when an exhausted warrior makes a mistake or falls asleep,
One of Satan's children escapes to ravage the castle of steel.
In a blast of flame and noise like thunder armor melts and warriors die;
And the steel walls run like wax in a hearth-fire as the castle sinks from sight.
In our castle there is no tenderness,
No fair ladies to behold;
No chivalry, no noblemen,
And the young quickly grow old.
When the night sky is filled with diamonds
That glisten down on a guardian's face,
As he stares up at the moon and thinks of another time and place,
Of castles of stone and ladies fair
Sparkling sun on tournament day,
Of bagpipes and trumpets pearcing the air
Huzzah! for the SCA!
Germanicus