Life By The Sword

William in his castle lay, sword and shield beside him A lovely lady at his side, but alas he lay there dying Far away the sounds were heard, the screams of men and fighting The ring of steel rang through the air, his castle lay in ruins

Closing his eyes he lay back his head, clutching his lady to him And he dreamed a last dream of an age that might come When the sword would be laid down for good

His lady washed away the dirt, on his face, from the dust of battle But even her tender gentleness, did ought to soothe her sorrow In the courtyard below, the enemy swarmed, in droves of hundreds to thousands Destroying resistance wherever it came, the battle would soon be over

Life by the sword is noble at best, but higher is the price you pay And the one who will win is the one who's named Death Till the sword is laid down for good

Now all that stands of his castle today, is a pile of stones and rubble The bones of the men have long since decayed, their glories been forgotten

Life by the sword is noble at best, but higher is the price you pay And the one who will win is the one who's named Death Till the sword is laid down for good