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 the 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 the 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.

You'll die as you lived

In the 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.