A flower that got brought by his lady Maud He just didn’t know then that the hand of still a 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 where 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 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