Twelve - Witt & Heppner

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