Written by Randal Cox
Subg by You
To Morning has Broken
Battle has started, fill the first cairn
Lift your sword high, and cleave in a brain
Nothing flows swifter, than your life's blood as
We open your veins up, to drip to the ground
Little man dying, what a poor foe,
Will you wake up, I don't think so.
You never had a chance, against us
And now you will fall back, into the dust.
