For you and everyone
to read and hear and some
might feel what’s going on
even see what has been gone

I´ve heard the battle call
orderly lines – and all
the men raise in the land
obey the mighty in command

I won´t see me, my friend, heed this call
you won´t see me, my friend, praise our fall

The herolds hold the line
with the pride to recline,
no comprimise to reach:
so practice what you preach

And as the glances meet
in the lowlands you browbeat
although you live as saints
you loose your lifes in chains

I won´t see me, my friend, heed this call
you won´t see me, my friend, praise our fall

One day the fight is gone
the swords are blunt and some
sow seeds on graves of dawn
it´s for you and everyone

I won´t see me, my friend, heed this call
you won´t see me, my friend, praise our fall
I won´t see me, my friend, chase this day
I won´t see me, my friend, be your prey

(c) 2015 - written by T. Lasse


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