It'll take an angel from the skies
To untangle all the lies
An unimaginable twist
Rapid succession of hits
In this battle of wits
Simply a pawn in the game
All soldiers draw swords
Screaming, "Onward to shame!"
Held close to the lord
Made to be trained
Crusaders of rage
However romantic, it is never pretend
And once they die, by their sons they are avenged
The field, the only witness to their awful life's end
No one hates war, more than a warrior my friend
