Twelve
They were twelve of the bravest men that I've ever seenThey were waiting on a mountain top to defend their queenAgainst the rambling troops of bandits hiding in the stormy nightAnd when they heard hollow steps nearing they knew they had to fight
They were twelve and they were fighting. Their blood covering their handsAgainst the growing crowd of enemies no one of them could standJust the oldest of our brave men was resisting in his rageBut when he also fell he left this world at fifteen years of age
They were twelve of the bravest men that I have ever seenMuch too young and much too courageous and much too valiant