Iron Maiden

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.
CHORUS
You'll die as you lived
In a flash of the blade,
In a corner forgotten by no one.
YOu llived for the touch
For the feel of the steel