Flash of the Blade - Six Feet Under

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 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 men

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 honour

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 honour

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 honour