Gilbert of Glockspur The sword against the fang and claw. The flame against shield. Blah, blah, blah, which one would win? Blah, blah, field, shield, wield. Whose flesh from bones would be peeled. Oh, no. Whose fate would soon be sealed. Whose fate would soon be sealed? Whose fate would soon be sealed? Gilbert of Glockspur Into the moonlit night the titans dueled, in mortal combat bound. Oh, who'd the fatal false step make? Whose blood would stain the ground? (yawns) Gilbert of Glockspur Avalon, oh Avalon, for you I quest each day.