Battle of the Ides of March

On the Ides of March there's thunder

Who knows what spell we're under?

This hypnosis makes me wonder

How glorious is the plunder?

No man is an island

We travel to the dry land

To sift the devil's sand

Through chapped and broken hands

We land on a broken shore so mystical that's for sure

Wake me when the fighting's over

The mysteries to unfold

Blood loss and life that's taken away from guiltless men

Hang the banners high

So the wise men can cry

To see their children die

And never know the reason why

They lost their lives for glory

The fight was purgatory

Forgotten is their story

So this ends the foray

We land on a broken shore so mystical that's for sure

Wake me when the fighting's over

The mysteries to unfold

Blood loss and lives are taken away from guiltless men

They sacrifice their sons and daughters

Just like lambs to the slaughter

Just like they were told they oughta

Then purified in blood and water