Call For Soldiers

As the grave took to shadows light
While the wandering whispers tell
Calling for agent who fast asleep under castaway stones they fell.
So tend to our maiden war
As their battle cry’s seeming to fade
Favoring swords held by steel edge pressed
To the knees of king’s enemies slain.
From not hiding
Taking blood before breath away
From not hiding
All’s fallen set free, now depraved.
To the lord’s call for soldiers our enemies looked over
Though in torturous death they’ll morn.
As we fight for the dream of our own country’s freedom
Form our hillsides to our misty shores.
Tearing down flags of dying men
Claiming land that no eyes have seen
Set in as the rain guiding rivers to seas
Turns these battle soaked mountains to green.
Held in by slavery
From their mothers their children are torn
Grasping for faith withh every last breath they take
Turning life to the ground that we’ve sworn.
From not hiding
Taking blood before breath away
From not hiding
All who’ve fallen set free, now depraved
To the lord’s call for soldiers
Our enemies looked over
The torturous death they’ll morn
As we fight for the dreams of our own country’s freedom
Form our hillsides to our misty shores.