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 'gainst 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 the honour!
Fought for the splendour!
Fought for the pleasure!
Oh...Oh...Fought for the honour!
Fought for the splendour!
Fought to the death!
