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.
  
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  You'll die as you lived
  In a flash of the blade,
  In a corner forgotten by no one.
  YOu llived 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 knew
  To fear no mortal man
  and now you'll wreak your vengeance in the
  Screams of evil men.
  
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