A flower that got brought by his lady Maud
He just didn't know then that the hand of a still child
Would become his wife in a pact of a secret marriage


Battles for love
Battles for justice

Fighting for freedom
Dying for his belief in love
And his name

Was William Wallace

As a tear drop from the princess face,

Carrying his child

His last words were freedom

With the deepest scar in the heart
In the full crowd his last sight was
Maud as a child


Battles for love
Battles for justice

Fighting for freedom
Dying for his belief in love
And his name

Was William Wallace

As a tear drop from the princess face,

Carrying his child

Galloping horses, shining swords

Living ghosts on an open battlefield
Betrayed by a friend - brought to suffer to death


As a tear drop from the princess face