| Now I tell you an ancient tale | |
| Of an ancient man | |
| From not such a distant land | |
| Chivalry rode forth on his mighty horse | |
| The crest of the church | |
| Engraved upon his chest | |
| Winding down this dizzy path | |
| Towards the dragon's lair | |
| The howl of the wind screams beware | |
| Your pulse starts to quicken | |
| Your blood runs with fear | |
| You feel the heat now rising | |
| It tells the dragon's near | |
| Proud nomad of the past | |
| Beware of yourself for | |
| Your life won't last | |
| Proud Nomad of the past | |
| Pride has killed a thousand | |
| Men before you | |
| Proud Nomad of the past | |
| Beware of yourself for | |
| Your life won't last | |
| Proud Nomad of the past | |
| So let not this foolishness | |
| Hold you in it's grasp | |
| Stop, beware, run for your life | |
| Fear for your life | |
| While there's still time to choose | |
| Halt don't go near | |
| Don't you realize you have only one life | |
| So don't be a fool | |
| But time and time again | |
| I see it in their eyes | |
| It's the weakness of mortal men | |
| They live by this creed | |
| Though it will find them dead | |
| Proud Nomad of the past | |
| Beware of yourself for | |
| Your life won't last |