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Beginning Of The EndAnd in the dark on oaken throne the devil laughs at us, unflinching in our lineWe do not hear the wailing of the arrows, the pounding of the spears We fight to live, and our lies hang in the balance The Christ is our banner, our drummer and our song But we fight and die for the lands where we were born Our bones shaped this soil, and our blood once carved these hills Without these lands our hearts are not our own Hearken now, Messiah! Though our love for you guides our souls, it will not be for you that we die. “Your courage will not avail you, their will cannot be stopped, Their strength has the mark of God’s hand, Run if you can for your old lives are gone, To them you are less than a man. Injustice and hatred are the winds behind their sails That drove them to our ancient land How could we love God when with blood he makes clear Our lives were not part of his plan?” But the music plays and the enemy nears We have passed the time for thought. Sisters, mothers, fragile blessings, Brothers, sons, and home Those who hold the spear and those they love It is for you that we have fought We had all heard the stories of the battles of our fathers Yet nothing could prepare us for their charge These men of war who breathe fire and speak in smoke Whose axes ring proudly amongst our shields We are brave men, but we could not match their power Our numbers alone could serve to hold a line And their vanguard ripped into the mass, Carving through a path, and the warlord smelled the fear I felt, He knew my banner, and cried a new advance And I pray one day that I will feel the way he felt With that same freedom flaming in my eyes But to my disgrace, I quailed, broke, and ran Riding from the field to save myself from him “Your courage will not avail you, their will cannot be stopped, Their strength has the mark of God’s hand, Run if you can for your old lives are gone, To them you are less than a man. Injustice and hatred are the winds behind their sails That drove them to our ancient land How could we love God when with blood he makes clear Our lives were not part of his plan?” |