There's an ambush at dawn,
that the enemy has been planning all along,
blood spurting from all directions,
cries and moans of pain and affection,
If we don't go,
we will be overthrown,
If we go,
we will be murdered.
Either way we will have to pay for the ambush at dawn.
Tell them I'm sorry,
Tell them I'm sorry I have to go.
Tell them I will not survive,
That they will just have to go.
Sir! Sir! It takes thirty minutes to get to our meeting point,
and its forty minutes before dawn.
I frown at my letter to be sent to my loved ones,
The king tells me they will know where I died, much obliged.