Flash of the Blade [Live]
Bruce Dickinson
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 away
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man, and his honor.
The smell of resigned 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.
[Chorus]