The Greatest Hero Of Middle Age

Prospering is our kingdom, crying is the folk.
Kings are living happy lives, warriors must die.
After all that lot of battles in the blood sink trees.
And people's prayers make the heavens cry.

Now inquisitors are burning many crimeless men,
Priests are bribing all the poor, and people follow them.
Seeing truth or an illusion, someone chooses hell.
Who can tell what's wrong and what is right?

Your shield, sword will guard your life.
Raised is flag, and loyal is your army.
Death or life - your luck is to decide.
Death for death!

Your shield, sword will guard your life.
Raised is flag, and loyal is your army.
Death or life - your luck is to decide.
It is fight to the death!

Fighting ardently for freedom you forgot your fear.
Leading warriors in battle you never showed a tear.
Greatest hero of Middle Ages, protected by the God,
never luck did leave your famous sword.

No threat of death could frighten you, no panic in your eyes.
You said goodbye to peaceful life and drank your bitter cup.
Greatest hero of Middle Ages, high is now your price.
But when you died where is your noble heart?

There's no good in realm of evil.
You never knew, you just believed it.
But today you are dead:
Vultures are coming nearer.