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
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