As a young boy
chasing Dragons
with your wooden
sword so mighty,
You're St. George or
you're David and you always
killed the beast
Times change very
quickly
And you had to grow
up early
A house in smoking
ruins and the bodies at your feet
You'll die as you
lived
In a flash of the
blade
In corner forgotten
away
You lived for the
touch
For the feel of the
steel
One man, in his
Honour.
The smell of resined
leather
The sticky iron mask
As you cut and thrust
and parried at the
fencing master's call
He taught you all he
ever knew
To fear no mortal man
And now you'll reach
your vengeance in the
Screams of evil man.
You'll die as you
lived
In a flash of the
blade
In corner forgotten
away
You lived for the
touch
For the feel of the
steel
One man, in his
Honour.
You'll die as you
lived
In a flash of the
blade
In corner forgotten
away
You lived for the
touch
For the feel of the
steel
One man, in his
Honour.
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