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