Now Barely Three

Broken soldiers from broken homes
The cycle repeats and those left die alone
I am the cause of this tragedy
Because of me
Six thousand soldiers now barely three
Burning their rifles with nothing to eat
Then came a storm and we left behind
Those now enshrined.

Rest eternal
In the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame
From my heart
From this pain I couldn’t stop.

Kings prepare in their vanity
While their boys die in insanity
Twenty four years I’ve made war into fortune and I long to.

Rest eternal
In the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame
From my heart
From this pain I couldn’t stop.

A cruel disguise
Inside the storm you’ll suffer from his lies
Cold haunting eyes
And blackened skies
You face defeat nothing will calm the cries
They killed the king
And swore to burn
The pieces of our broken eternal realm
Die soldier die
Go conquer paradise
A lonely grave beneath the mountains lie.

Can’t you see
All the beacons are lit
Death will come to all
A nation that slips beneath the waves
Of shattered dreams
Torn apart at the seams
You’ll live forever through the tale of the dead.

Twenty four years I’ve made war into fortune and I long to.

Rest eternal
In the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame
From my heart
Though it’s tearing me apart
Rest eternal
In the sun
Heavy boots they cannot run
From my shame
From my heart
From this pain I couldn’t stop.