Mist is clearing across the green valley
The air is vibrant with anxiety
the time is now, now

The standart bearer is taking position
archers are lining up, fires are burning
With a nod the____ sign is given
for a moment the air is black
is this for real? This is for real

Fires in the sky, spirits on the fly
leave them breathless, not withstanding
clinging furious on to life
for your good, it’s for your good

And then the sounds doze off
a few men are left standing
the field moans and screams
as one big wounded foe, nothing to loose
one wounded foe, nothing to loose
they are taken there, left there alone
they are taken there, all alone

screaming aloud, screaming aloud on my own