As a child you would wait And watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play In youth you'd lay Awake at night and scheme Of all the things that you would change But it was just a dream! Here we are, don't turn away now, We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now We are the warriors that built this town From dust. Will come When you'll have to rise Above the best and prove yourself Your spirit never dies! Farewell, I've gone to take my throne above But don't weep for me 'Cause this will be The labor of my love Here we are, don't turn away now We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now, We are the warriors that built this town From dust. Here we are, don't turn away now We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now We are the warriors that built this town From dust
Heres the scene i imagine After years and years off failing at every battle with the kings warrors you and the rebels, go aginst the king one last time after so many blood, sweat, tears, and death. You and your group have gotten sick of losing so you guys train for 7 whole months. After the king killing a peasant for killing the crops on accident, you guys got feed up with the kings standards and started a war. You guys took all the training you've done and took the king and his men to war. You guys put on your suits and grabs you spears, swords, and shields and went to fight. 50/100 men died in the first collision, then it was just you and the king and you went up to him and sliced his throat and claimed your victory, and to be with your fellow warriors you stabbed yourself right in the gut. You fell down next to the king staring him in the eyes as the life drain from your body. In your final moments you weren't thinking about death, but about how you had avenged everyone that has ever been killed by the king. You cleaned the blood off of his hands by killing him. You take your final breath and die in peace.
