The Blood Of The Poet
With Hell On Our Heels
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The Heat Of Battle
The prices to pay, the lives we owe
Thoughts of war run through our heads
Men go crazy, power in hand
Sound the bells, the shot’s been fired
Approach the hills with musket in hand
Sword is at the ready
A flicker of light, a flash and a bang
The flags are up, it’s bloodshed hour
Powdered explosions, left and right
Scorching our dirtied faces
Sent here against our will
Oh, how this hurts me so
The horses gallop, fear at their heels
They charge into the heat of battle
They’re terrified neighs seem to go unheard
Under the recklessness of the night
A Change In The Winds
A knife on a map, the time and place
We make our move tonight
Travel along the forest’s edge
And strike when the time is right
We lay our heads in the dampened grass
As fresh blood reflects the moon
We watch as a battle rages on
The men have no idea
A horn is blown, shaking the trees
The signal we’ve been awaiting
We rise to our feet with weapons in hand
Red skies tonight will be born
Swords clash as sparks explode
Keeping the battle alive
These men fueled by the love of their nation
The fire glows in their eyes
As this bloody onslaught continues
Only a withered few remain
Their side has made their decisions
As we’ve made our nation proud
Finally, a flag is raised
White, now covered in red
They’re teams surrendered, the grounds are ours!
The God of war has been fed
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Part 3
This one is basically just about war in general, more 1800s style warfare though, as it interests me more
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This post has been edited by Stevie·Ray·Vaughn: Jun 17 2008, 04:47 AM
