took a bullet in my brain
no refrain
no restrain
in a war I feel the pain
war is horrible for both sides
there is no place for us to hide
death or glory? You are kidding right?
so many lay dead on that first night
where’s the glory in killing so many young?
horrible reality, where’s the fun?
I’ll never again fully see the sun
no refrain, no restrain, my work is never done.
Come drink with me this moment,
let"s raise our vessels high
and toast tomorrows victory,
celebrate who will die.
For come the morning sun
we shall stand with sword and spear.
Swallow down the early mist
to rinse our mouths of fear,
then onward to our foe
face them eye to eye.
Send their ears back home
to hear their mothers cry.
For the Gods are on our side
this day it will be ours,
time shall clap both hands
upon the victory hour.
For we must now protect
our women land and cattle
so raise again your drink
and toast tomorrows battle.
So to sleep my men
beneath the stars and trees,
for come this time tomorrow
our land it will be free.
Each man can hold a thought
about his death or glory,
for they will live forever more
handed down in story..
Each one of course a hero
who killed at least four score
and has become imortal
within this tribes folklore,
brave men that gave their lives
to stop this human chattel,
so again lets hear the toast,
the toast that is
"To Battle."
Long lines of vapour split blue skies asunder
Fly vengeful raptors, one thousand in number
Headlong they go, to brave death or glory
Stratosphere flight, part of war's brutal story
Last year a schoolboy but this year an ace
Did I see the twitch of fear on his face?
Fly like a God, so untouchably high
The monster of war, clawing youth from the sky
A thin shaky finger feels the button of death
A payload of sorrow leaves his care in a breath
A rain of destruction whistling down out of tune
As it plummets to earth snuffing life out too soon
Mortality strikes with a roar just as thunder
A maelstrom of steel slices metal from under
His world now in turmoil, at the end of a gun
Now a casualty, a victim, the fall of a son.
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