(The hero of our story, strong honourable,
a giant of a man, brother of the murdered king...)


A giant of a man was he
Hewn from wood and stone
With arms the crush

The life from you
And a sword that smites the bone


His quest in life
was honour bound
Believing in the faith

The mightiest of empires quaked
When Braveheart spake the words


Strike hard strike fast
Cut the rebels down
Strike hard strike fast

And the Duke will breathe his last

And all the peoples

Far and wide
They listened to his words
Defender of the souls was he

For vengeance he did thirst

The Duke had cast

His armies wide
His troops they never tired
Can nothing stop

His deadly hordes
Who storm through field and mire


Strike hard strike fast
Cut the rebels down
Strike hard strike fast

And the Duke will breathe his last

BRAVEHEART!


While Braveheart
Face the elements

Black magic filled the sky
And sweet Elenor by grave mistake
Lay dead by sorcerers fire


And I will turn
The world on you

Braveheart shouts from high
The mountains shake
The scene is set

For one of us will die!

Strike hard strike fast

Cut the rebels down
Strike hard strike fast
And the Duke will breathe his last


The flow of his loins is slain
His tears they burned the ground

The Duke will pay for evil deeds
When Savageland is free


Strike hard strike fast
Cut the rebels down
Strike hard strike fast

And the Duke will breathe his last