flash of the blade

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 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.