Call For Soldiers

[00:07.07] As the grave took to shadow's light

[00:11.06] While the wandering whispers tell

[00:15.58] Calling for a gent who fast asleep

[00:18.77] Under castaway stones they fell

[00:22.75] So tend to our maiden war

[00:26.47] As their battle cries seeming to fade

[00:31.24] Favoring swords held by steel edge pressed

[00:34.70] To the knees of king's enemies slain

[00:38.15] For not hiding

[00:43.47] Taking blood before breath away

[00:47.45] For not hiding

[00:52.24] All whose fallen set free now depraved

[00:56.75] To the lord's call for soldiers, our enemies looked over

[01:01.00] So in torturous death they'll mourn

[01:04.72] As we fight for the dream of our own country's freedom

[01:08.97] From our hillsides to our misty shores

[01:20.65] Tearing down flags of dying men

[01:24.64] Claiming land that no eyes have seen

[01:29.42] Set in does the rain, guiding rivers to seas

[01:32.60] Turns these battle soaked mountains to green

[01:37.39] Held in by slavery

[01:40.58] From the mothers their children are torn

[01:45.35] Grasping for faith with every last breath they take

[01:48.55] Turning life to the ground that we've sworn

[01:52.53] La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

[02:00.77] For not hiding

[02:05.82] Taking blood before breath away

[02:09.80] For not hiding

[02:14.84] All whose fallen set free now depraved

[02:19.09] To the lord's call for soldiers, our enemies looked over

[02:23.61] So in torturous death they'll mourn

[02:27.07] As we fight for the dreams of our own country's freedom

[02:31.58] From our hillsides to our misty shores

[02:35.30] La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da