The Duellists

He threw down a glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you're gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He'll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don't have a chance

Ooh, ooh, fight for the honour
Fight for the splendour
Fight for the pleasure
Ooh, ooh, fight for the honour
Fight for the splendour
Fight for your life!

Ready to start the duel begins the best man wins in the end
A lunge and a feint, a parry too late
A cut to the chest and you're down
Seeing the stain then feeling the pain
Feeling the sweat on your brow

The fighting resumes, a silence looms the swordsmen move 'gainst each
Other
A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow, a stab to the heart and you're down
The Angel of Death hears your last breath
Meanwhile the Reaper looks on

Ooh, ooh, fight for the honour
Fought for the splendour
Fought for the pleasure
Ooh, ooh, fight for the honour
Fought for the splendour
Fought to the death