MIDDLE AGE

[Intro] [Verse] If I was run through by a sword How long would it take me to die? Fighting for my life and some lord Then fall d**d (film-like) with a cry [Verse] Thousands have felt the steel cut through Bleeding out in staggering pain Quick or slow if the thrust be true Still butchered to gothic refrain [Chorus] I guess we are lucky to breathe A thousand years’ hence in the sun To rot not in a field of weed At twenty with your battles done [Break] [Verse] If I was run through by a sword How long would it take me to die? Fighting for my life and some lord Then fall d**d (film-like) with a cry [Verse] Thousands have felt the steel cut through Bleeding out in staggering pain Quick or slow if the thrust be true Still butchered to gothic refrain [Chorus] I guess we are lucky to breathe A thousand years’ hence in the sun To rot not in a field of weed At twenty with your battles done [Break] [Verse] If I was run through by a sword How long would it take me to die? Fighting for my life and some lord Then fall d**d (film-like) with a cry [Verse] Thousands have felt the steel cut through Bleeding out in staggering pain Quick or slow if the thrust be true Still butchered to gothic refrain [Chorus] I guess we are lucky to breathe A thousand years’ hence in the sun To rot not in a field of weed At twenty with your battles done [Chorus] I guess we are lucky to breathe A thousand years’ hence in the sun To rot not in a field of weed At twenty with your battles done [Break] [Chorus] I guess we are lucky to breathe A thousand years’ hence in the sun To rot not in a field of weed At twenty with your battles done [Outro]