Where No One Would Shed A Tear

Quiet boys we must be quick
Elevation wind direction
Clear the breach and light the stick
Hold it up against the metal.

Soaring through the atmosphere
Cannonballs asunder
Flesh meets steel
As senses reel
Overwhelmed by pain
The silence
The violence
Who do you call
The death of it all
No matter where you are.

Give me a sign
Of what it takes to believe in your light
In all of this fear
Where no one would shed a tear.

Smoke clears on the battlefield
Count your dead and wounded
Line your bellies drink your fill
Dream about tomorrow
Desperation
Ineffection
Decision making
Roll the dice
Call to God
Our cities burning
Ask them are they men or mice.

Give me a sign
Of what it takes to believe in your light
In all of this fear
Where no one would shed a tear.

Where my
Courage is the wine I’m drinking
Faith in God and a charm for luck
Every man on that field thinking
Is this the day that I die.

Regiments in operation
Banners high and drums that beat
Head held proud in declaration
Blue and yellow shall defeat.

The storms grow colder day by day
(Regiments in operation)
(Banners high and drums that beat)
How much longer must we stay
(Head held proud in declaration)
(Blue and yellow shall defeat)

Give me a sign
Of what it takes to believe in your light
In all of this fear
Where no one would shed a tear.

Give me a sign
Of what it takes to believe in your light
In all of this fear
Where no one would shed a tear.