Battle

At dawn we raised our banner up real high
Casting our gaze across the bloodied field
As the sun climbed into the reddened sky

Today is the day. Here we could get killed
We could get slaughtered in futility
Of course, we could take this last chance to yield

We could pull out of this insanity
We could go home, see the sun rise again
But dying sounds better than slavery

We march. We gather. For we are all men
Liberty or death, we’ll show no quarter
We are warriors so let’s bloody show them.

Our opposition numbers far greater
I see their faces, both in fear and contempt
Agony of anticipation gather

Suddenly we walk. We shall not relent
And then the walk evolves into a run
Relying on energy heaven sent

A roar slowly builds. We want this fight won!
The roar grows as we grip our swords in hands
A thousand warriors screaming as one

You bastards may dare set foot on our lands
But if you want a fight, that’s fine by us
You’ll take my freedom from my cold head hands!


3rd March 2005