They Were Twelve Of The Bravest Men

That I've Ever Seen

They Were Waiting On The Mountain Top To

Defend The Queen



Against The Rambling Troops Of Bandits

Hiding In The Stormy Night

And When They Heard Her Low Steps Nearing

They Knew They Had To Fight



They Were Twelve And They Were Fighting

Their Blood Covering Their Hands

Against The Growing Crowd Of Enemies

No One Of Them Could Stand



Just The Youngest Of The Brave Men

Was Resisting In His Rage

But When He Also Fell He Left This World

At Fifteen Years Of Age



They Were Twelve Of The Bravest Men

That I Have Ever Seen

Much Too Young And Much Too Courageous

And Much Too Brilliant