hey were twelve of the bravest men that I've ever seen
They were waiting on a mountain top to defend their queen
Against the rambling troops of bandits hiding in the stormy night
And when they heard hollow 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 our brave men was resisting in his rage
But when he also fell he left this world at fifteen years of age
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