An Early Cascade Of War Is At War
He loved to ride on the rush of blood
Then bullets crushed straight to his heart
Down from his breast the cross fell off
Right from his hands the color flaked
Defeated the men and saved all his sons
Destroyed their shields and burnt down their guns
No, he won't serve his time anymore
So he cried: "All hail the king!" And died!
The armies still march in straight lines