The Duellists

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 O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, fight for the pleasure O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, 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 O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, fight for the pleasure O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, 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 O-oh! Fought for the honor, fought for the splendor, fought for the pleasure O-oh! Fought for the honor, fought for the splendor, fought to the Death