Warriors charging with trumpets blowing, defend the thrown. Bodies they hack with their battle axe, honor is sown. Cross-bow fires arrows against the morning sky. In a battle where heroes' are made and cowards die. Clashing spiked frail on armor and mail.
Sparks fly, men die, wenches wail.
It takes me by surprise when I look into your eyes. I want to hold you and love the whole night through. I write you letters and call you on the phone. You never reply and never at home. My feeling are so strong it makes me cry.