The War Cry

Blood become currency

Instructions become taint

Crowd becomes truancy

Sergeants become feint

The King wants not to die

The King wants not to fall

So he looks on with his eye

And hides behind them all

He sits in his chambers

For the sounds of war to end

And tries to remember

The wounds he once had to tend

The doctor, the surgeon

To heal those who are stung

The blacksmiths, the workers

To make the arms, the war has begun.

The scream and shouts of men

Once living, no longer still

One then two then ten

All falling, without coming ill

The reveille has sounded

The soldiers march in the rain

They have so far once been hounded

But the King cries "Die for me again!"

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