Heroes and Martyrs

Know us not as those before
Remember us as brothers in war
Man against flesh, two rounds for the best
Winner gets everything, but not rest.
Our Grand Halls filled with awe
As we drank our sorrow and choked back gall.
She looks pretty in red
All the same she wants us dead
Remember us who crafted her groom
We play the organ 'til we meet our doom.
Perhaps her majesty will take pity to bed?
Waltzing slowly, as the wedding chapel falls the siren calls
Beckoning one and all (beckoning all)
Listening intently to the broadcasting misery
Our hearts intact while our minds react.
Our hearts intact while our minds react.
We tighten our ties and fix our collars right
It’s only fitting that we die tonight