Post by Fruscainte on Nov 19, 2008 16:09:21 GMT -5
Sounds of battle roar round' cities and towns
Prepared for all of their future showdowns
Men to gather to say all their good-byes
Children and wives let out pleas and shrill cries
Men in armor line up ready to die
Weapons ready, hardly batting an eye
Young one in the back thinks he is sheltered
To think such things before a fight? Absurd
Shields slam, swords clash, today fighting in rage
Cries of fallen soldiers prove the presage
The ones upfront to take the most spearhead
Lives are taken till' the last man is dead
Archers shoot safe up there, upon their hill
Arrows flying across the sky to kill
Although some are given a dreadful death
They kill until they breathe that last, deep breath
Muskets lined up to kill dozens of them
Bullets and smoke causing certain mayhem
A slow, painful death is always given
But in war that is a worthy burden
Automatic weapons shoot from distance
Deadly, powerful, useful in wars essence
Artillery shoots from miles away
Thousands scatter in their confused dismay
Tanks roll into shelled out cities and towns
Soldiers fighting until it is sundown
Airplanes flying up high ready to bomb
People look up, filled with fear and their qualms
The lone fighter killing for his country
Slicing, shooting, causing certain misery
"You sir, surely will die" a man once said
He then replied, "Someones blood must be shed"
Bodies and fire are all that do remain
To live with that vision is the true pain
Today lives were taken by the thousands
All those who lose their lives to be legends
With the next war a new weapon to fight
Either way, we die and that is the true plight
Why we always have to make fights, unknown
War though, always leaves us dieing alone
Prepared for all of their future showdowns
Men to gather to say all their good-byes
Children and wives let out pleas and shrill cries
Men in armor line up ready to die
Weapons ready, hardly batting an eye
Young one in the back thinks he is sheltered
To think such things before a fight? Absurd
Shields slam, swords clash, today fighting in rage
Cries of fallen soldiers prove the presage
The ones upfront to take the most spearhead
Lives are taken till' the last man is dead
Archers shoot safe up there, upon their hill
Arrows flying across the sky to kill
Although some are given a dreadful death
They kill until they breathe that last, deep breath
Muskets lined up to kill dozens of them
Bullets and smoke causing certain mayhem
A slow, painful death is always given
But in war that is a worthy burden
Automatic weapons shoot from distance
Deadly, powerful, useful in wars essence
Artillery shoots from miles away
Thousands scatter in their confused dismay
Tanks roll into shelled out cities and towns
Soldiers fighting until it is sundown
Airplanes flying up high ready to bomb
People look up, filled with fear and their qualms
The lone fighter killing for his country
Slicing, shooting, causing certain misery
"You sir, surely will die" a man once said
He then replied, "Someones blood must be shed"
Bodies and fire are all that do remain
To live with that vision is the true pain
Today lives were taken by the thousands
All those who lose their lives to be legends
With the next war a new weapon to fight
Either way, we die and that is the true plight
Why we always have to make fights, unknown
War though, always leaves us dieing alone
