So it’s into battle that I ride,
On my mighty steed I‘m mounted.
The arrows they are flying,
And the value of my life I hope will not be discounted.
My friends are falling left and right,
the smell of death is fresh.
A lance has tried to cut my arm,
but my armor is of steel and mesh.
The swords they’re wielding in the air.
How they do rip the skin
Of men and boys
who look like they couldn’t be more than the age of ten.
War is a young man’s endeavor
It required strength and agility,
But home with their loved ones,
is really where they’d prefer to be.
It is a mighty cause,
We fight for reformation.
But it’s wars of the future,
That gives us consternation.
And many a warrior in battle,
has surely lost his life
He’ll never go home again,
To hug his children and kiss his wife.
So from the laws of the Sanhedrin,
To the halls of Washington DC
They pick and choose the battle that we fight.
And we hope we become the heroes that they hoped we’d be.
So it’s into battle that I ride,
On my mighty steed I‘m mounted.
The arrows they are flying,
And the value of my life I hope will not be discounted.
On my mighty steed I‘m mounted.
The arrows they are flying,
And the value of my life I hope will not be discounted.
My friends are falling left and right,
the smell of death is fresh.
A lance has tried to cut my arm,
but my armor is of steel and mesh.
The swords they’re wielding in the air.
How they do rip the skin
Of men and boys
who look like they couldn’t be more than the age of ten.
War is a young man’s endeavor
It required strength and agility,
But home with their loved ones,
is really where they’d prefer to be.
It is a mighty cause,
We fight for reformation.
But it’s wars of the future,
That gives us consternation.
And many a warrior in battle,
has surely lost his life
He’ll never go home again,
To hug his children and kiss his wife.
So from the laws of the Sanhedrin,
To the halls of Washington DC
They pick and choose the battle that we fight.
And we hope we become the heroes that they hoped we’d be.
So it’s into battle that I ride,
On my mighty steed I‘m mounted.
The arrows they are flying,
And the value of my life I hope will not be discounted.