(Composição: Bruce Dickinson) 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
