Give me a gun and a barrel of bullets
Blades and grenades to inspire the muse
I'll play you a way to the valley of shadows
And sing you a warriors blues
Fields of the fallen still echo in chorus
lullaby sorrows lost to the years
Many have sung and none left to listen
Bands of hell no human hears
Bands of hell no human hears
Peasants and privates play the drum slowly
Generals and chaplains step to the fore
Writing on bars in the heights of Valhalla
Lines for a note to the widows of war
Piccolo's speak of a morning marauder
Trumpets arouse in the clashing midday
Strings softly play in a falling finale
On cymbals of rock where forever we lay
Give me a gun and a barrel of bullets
Blades and grenades to inspire the muse
I'll play you away to the valley of shadows
And sing you a warriors blues
-Hermit King-
-Hermit King-
