For Glory, 225

A Forester knows danger
Can be Round Any Bend
And bow in hand some fight
And Protect us to the end
Regarders value stamina
And strength of will innate
To join them you must shoot
For eighteen minutes straight

Chorus:
Peter the Red!
Draw your bow!
You’ve [eighteen, twelve, six] minutes left, and a fire in your soul
To shoot your bow as fast and true as no one else alive
For honor you need one oh eight
For glory - two twenty five

This challenge I’ll relate
Is not just one of length
Your arrows must fly true
You must hit one oh eight
But Peter is ambitious
A fierce and mighty drive
And Godric when he did it
Well, he hit two twenty five

(Chorus) (12 minutes)

The day was hot and sticky wet
The sun roared from the skies
And sweat poured down from on his brow
And deep into his eyes
And yet he kept on shooting
His prowess overflowed
And runners sprinted back and forth
His quiver to reload

(Chorus) (6 minutes)

The clock was ticking ever down
He drew and drew and drew
His hands were wet and tired
And yet his arrows flew
But here and there, a tiny flaw
An arrow slips, a shoe
A pain shot up across his back
And then the time was through

Last Chorus (slower, sadly):
Peter the Red
You drew your bow
There’s no more minutes left, and the fire has left your soul
You shot your bow as fast and true as anyone could do
And you maintained your honor
But you shot… two twenty two

(still slow and sad)
A hush fell over all the crowd
And Peter took a knee
To come so close, the challenge done
Yet still short just by three
His arms and back felt broken
The stinging sweat remained
(growing speed and energy)
He looked at Godric, grabbed his bow
And shouted, “once again!”

(Chorus) (restart at 18 minutes, with joy)