Someone gives a battle cry Spears and swords are drawn The sun drowns as dust fills the sky But the battle will wage on Ancient foes meet skin with blades In a manic dance, limbs whip around With whispers in the wind about crusades Scattered bodies turn to dust on the ground The earth staggers beneath rushing feet Both sides will clamber over bones for the win Death’s breath looms over the backs of the weak The line between war and slaughter runs thin Decades these boys may spend fighting Over webbed words of men they never met Still they will crash together like lightning Until their last breath is finally spent Fighting the war of their fathers The streets are paved with the blood of men Whose fates will be rewritten by history’s authors Until their cause is long forgotten