Be it on a two-fer Tuesday, or on a Beltaine by the lake,
There is no Lord can match the sword of the noble Christian du Glaive.
He's witty and he's mighty. His armour gleameth brightly.
In battle he will smite ye, the wonder-ful Christian du Glaive.
With his loyal Sons of Iniquity, he'll contribute to your infirmity.
He'll strategize you to senility, that tricksy old Christian du Glaive.
Strike your steel against your shields! Raise your banners to the sky!
Christian strides onto the field! Somebody's gonna die...
Susan, his inspiration, didn't wish -again- the whole West to roam.
"If you win the Crown again," said she, "don't bother coming home."
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