The Duellists - Iron Maiden

He threw down a glove, you made the mistake

Of picking it up, now you’re gone

The choosing of guns or fighting with swords

The choice of weapons is done

He’ll tear you apart, as soon as you start

You know you don’t have a chance

Oh, oh, fight for the honour

Fight for the splendour

Fight for the pleasure

Oh, oh, fight for the honour

Fight for the splendour

Fight for your life

Ready to start, the duel begins

The best man wins in the end

A lunge and a feint, a parry too late

A cut to the chest and you’re down

Seeing the stain, then feeling the pain

Feeling the sweat on your brow

Oh, oh, fight for the honour

Fight for the splendour

Fight for the pleasure

Oh, oh, fight for the honour

Fight for the splendour

Fight for your life

The fighting resumes, a silence looms

The swordsmen move against each other

A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow

A stab to the heart and you’re down

The Angel of Death hears your last breath

Meanwhile, the reaper looks on

Oh, oh, fought for the honour

Fought for the splendour

Fought for the pleasure

Oh, oh, fought for the honour

Fought for the splendour

Fought to the death