If I was the warrior, who will fight for his sons and daughters and all their rights, well I'd be the bottom of this ladder but I guess that's alright. And I'd be the criminal man, in the dark of the night. But if I was the lord who rides in the night with his dogs and horses and has a fight, well I'd be the top of this ladder and what everyone likes. And I'd be the saviour of this kingdom, well yeah fucking right.

Our children play down by the waterside, while my wife softly sings to herself, I will be riding for hours to the battleground, where all these warriors fight for their pockets of gold and their lives.

If I was the lord who will cower with shields, these castles are building themselves as we kneel, and we'll be the bottom of this ladder but I guess that's alright. And you'll be the saviour of this kingdom, well yeah fucking right.

Our children are left in this silence, in the wake of what we've left behind. Oh but if all that they have is a spirit that's whole then they're richer than men with their houses of gold. And they're braver than all of these warriors, cause they know to love is to have all you need, but you will be chased by your gods for your bodies my friends, for the rest of your life, 'til the last blink of the all-seeing eye.