They 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 
Against the growing crowd of enemies no one of them could 
stand 
Just the oldest of our brave men was resisting in his 
rage 
But when he also fell he left this world at fifteen years 
of age 

They were twelve of the bravest men that I have ever seen 
Much too young and much too courageous and much too 
valiant