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