Woorden: Iron Maiden. Powerslave. 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 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

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

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

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