Under the moonlight Hadrian and his companions are riding away desperate, hopeless flight Elrig's men are on the way
At crack of dawn they reach Larnoch valley and there they meet The king's men here to fight to death with the young knights They'll spare no-one heads are rolling down A whole squadron about to slay poor Hadrian
They've all been killed too much blood's been spilled swords fly in the air Eight blades against one, this struggle isn't fair The prince is wounded but the battle's not yet ended
Some mysterious horsemen are rushing towards them and crush Elrig's men and save Hadrian
The sound of the hooves of their horses ripped the air like thunder, Although the weather was so fair The rising sun shining on their armours They looked more like gods than like mere soldiers
Hadrian's arm is heavy with pain seized with dizziness, the young prince faints.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
