The Army of the Phantom King

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In the valley and moor, at the dead of night,

When the stars glow dim, but the moon shines bright!

You may see the remains of an ancient war

And see the fair land its king died for!

Go up to the hills all shadowed and grey

The look across where a castle lays.

Now turn away from the palace of stone;

Away from the willow tree weeping alone.

He and his men paid the heavy price

Of war; the soldier's sacrifice!

Ne'er to see their wives and sons again...

Though dead, forever the pain remains-

Oh, mourn, great heroes of war!

The king leads on his men and lads

Who now are forgotten, lost nomads.

They wander the hills in their ghostly shape

Still carrying proud their flags and capes.

A drummer boy thumps a sad, sad beat

That drives the spirits' marching feet.

The king and his troops roam their last battle site

Lonely and lost; their souls contrite.

He and his men paid the heavy price

Of war; a soldier's sacrifice.

Ne'er to see their wives and sons again...

Though dead, forever their pain remains-

Oh honor, great heroes of war!

Ne'er more to leave their hilltop post

E'er more to guard their kingdom's coast

To keep forever out their enemy!

And to fight eternally.

Ne'er more to see their daughter or wife

Each man who bravely gave his life;

Fighting 'longside his king

To each valiant soldier I sing!

He and his men paid the heavy price

Of war; the soldier's sacrifice.

Ne'er to see their wives and sons again...

Though dead, forever their pain remains-

Remember great heroes of war!

In the valley and moor at the dead of night

When the stars glow dim, but the moon shines bright

You may see the remains of an ancient war

And see the fair land its king died for!

Honor forever the men and lads

Who gave their lives and all they had

To protect your home and land.

When they made their final stand!

He and his men paid the heavy price

Of war; a soldier's sacrifice

Ne'er to see their wives and sons again...

Though dead, forever their pain remains-

Oh praise, great heroes of war!

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