As shots fly past his head, our story begins.
Death here or in prison for what they call treason.
Shocked as the blade went in through cloth, lungs, bone, and skin.
As blood pours out he says, "I guess this is the end"
He's no stranger to danger
No, he does this all the time
Didn't even say goodbye
But dig him up and there he lies
What shall we tell his men?
That he fought 'till the end?
Or how he died begging to be allowed to live?
He's no stranger to danger
No, he does this all the time
Didn't even say goodbye
But dig him up and there he lies
All across the floor she swept, and all into her arms they wept
Evil thoughts to her head crept, and its these thoughts that took them while they slept, dreaming.