Braveheart
A flower that got brought by his lady Maud
He just didn’t know then that the hand of a still child
Would become 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 were 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
As a tear drop from the princess face,
Carrying his child
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