The Warrior Blues

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 play 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-