| He threw down a glove, you made the mistake
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| Of picking it up, now you’re gone
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| The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
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| The choice of weapons is done
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| He’ll tear you apart, as soon as you start
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| You know you don’t have a chance
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| Oh, oh, fight for the honour
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| Fight for the splendour
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| Fight for the pleasure
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| Oh, oh, fight for the honour
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| Fight for the splendour
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| Fight for your life
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| Ready to start, the duel begins
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| The best man wins in the end
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| A lunge and a feint, a parry too late
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| A cut to the chest and you’re down
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| Seeing the stain, then feeling the pain
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| Feeling the sweat on your brow
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| Oh, oh, fight for the honour
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| Fight for the splendour
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| Fight for the pleasure
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| Oh, oh, fight for the honour
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| Fight for the splendour
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| Fight for your life
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| The fighting resumes, a silence looms
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| The swordsmen move against each other
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| A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow
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| A stab to the heart and you’re down
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| The Angel of Death hears your last breath
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| Meanwhile, the reaper looks on
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| Oh, oh, fought for the honour
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| Fought for the splendour
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| Fought for the pleasure
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| Oh, oh, fought for the honour
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| Fought for the splendour
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| Fought to the death |