flower that got brought by his lady Maud 
He just didn't know then that the hand of still a child 
would [bad word] 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 where 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 

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