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 a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
The smell of resined leather
The steely iron mask
As you cut and thrust and parried at the
fencing master’s call
He taught you all he never knew
To fear no mortal man
And now you’ll wreak your vengeance in the
Screams of evil men
You’ll die as you lived
In a flash of a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
