(Dickinson)
    As a young boy chasing Dragons
    with your wooden sword so mightly,
    You're St. George you're David and you always
    killed the beast
    Times change very quickly
    And you had to grow up early
    A house in smiking rums and the bodies
    at your feet
    [Chorus:]
    You'll die as you lived
    In a flash of the 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 ever knew
    To fear no mortal man
    And now you'll wreak your vengeance in the
    Screams of evil man.
    [Chorus 2x]






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