Lilies of the Field

Behold the brave ten thousand men When called to war they rushed right in Leaving both hearth and home behind Unaware of what they might find In fertile fields their foes had nested Strong as steel and battle tested Eyes afire and nerves were steady Standing stoic and at the ready Ten thousand men eyes full of fear Held their ground as the horde drew near The thunder rolled and the lightning flashed The blood would fly as the armies clashed By end of day the war raged on All through the night until the dawn Ten thousand men had met their doom In fertile fields where the lilies bloom