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 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 honor.
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 men.
Lyrics submitted by Punk_Monkey
"Flash of the Blade" as written by Bruce Dickinson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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