Heather Dale War Between Brothers
This one's a nobleman, this one's a squire
One man will sing in the heavenly choir
One will descend into hell's licking fire
But to tell which is which would take better than I
This one's a father, and this one's a son
One man was right and the other was wrong
But both of them died in the maddening throng
Carry them home, boys, to where they belong
War between brothers
Sire fighting son
Only division where once there was one
War between brothers
Son fighting sire
Kin laid with kin in the funeral pyre
These two were blinded by jealousy's flame
One pointing fingers the other to blame
One lived in rage and the other in shame
But which was the better of what they became?
War between brothers
Sire fighting son
Only division where once there was one
War between brothers
Son fighting sire
Kin laid with kin in the funeral pyre
This one's a bastard, and this one's a king
Both fought for power and what it would bring
But fighting each other they lost everything
