Guardians Of The Threshold

600 men a side
Trying for one goal
To wed the princess bride
To be her one and only love
Love...

They rode all night and day
And across the plains
They fought down to two
And across the plains they rode

Stride for stride
Their fast steeds flew
To a battleground unknown
With swords and fists
They struck their blows
To each others skulls

The tall one fell
Then the short one too
On the ground they bled
For three days they bled all day
Until they both lie dead

She waited for three days
For her lone suitor
But he never came to her
He bled for the three days