Now I tell you a n a ncient ta le Of a n a ncient ma n From not such a dista nt la nd Chiva lry rode forth on his mighty horse The crest of the church Engra ved upon his chest
Winding down this dizzy pa th Towa rds the dra gons la ir The howl of the wind screa ms bewa re Your pulse sta rts to quicken Your blood runs with fea r You feel the hea t now rising It tells the dra gons nea r
Proud noma d of the pa st Bewa re of yourself for Your life wont la st Proud Noma d of the pa st Pride ha s killed a thousa nd Men before you Proud Noma d of the pa st Bewa re of yourself for Your life wont la st
Proud Noma d of the pa st So let not this foolishness Hold you in its gra sp Stop, bewa re, run for your life Fea r for your life While there is sti will time to choose Ha lt dont go nea r Dont you rea lize you ha ve only one life So dont be a fool
But time a nd time a ga in I see it in their eyes Its the wea kness of morta l men They li have by this creed Though it wi will find them dea d
Proud Noma d of the pa st Bewa re of yourself for Your life wont la st
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