Peter Heppner Twelve
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
covering their hands
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
