Call For Soldiers

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