hero's_bed Dafremen R.Dafremen Standard bearers to the fore Brace your staffs against the wind Cold winds blow across the land And so the call to arms begins Archers ready, take your mark Steady arrow, bend your bow Hear the fall of distant footsteps? Come the evil ones you know Cavalry take to readied steeds Watch you well opposers ride Let no scoundrel 'pon our soil Home of family, king and pride Pikesmen, lancers, halyard bearers Hold your weapons, ready your hearts Keep your faith, positions too Be brave my men, or torn apart For glory's to the victor men The day is damned among the dead Coward's reward, an out-thrust sword The valiant's rest, a hero's bed Charge! Onward to victory! Clashing fields of steely grass Crimson red with human dew Dying as two-legged fools The valiant and the cowards too To and fro the battle raged Grisly dance of grim-faced men Run through two, dispatch another Only to face three more again Two wasted days the battle raged And when at last the fight was done Silence mourned across the hills For twenty thousand trimmed to one One single man of single mind Who spoke of family, king and pride Whose epic words the men had heard Who to a man had watched them die That old gray man upon the hill First turned his steed then turned his head And with no nick upon his blade Rode off to claim his hero's bed. 021025 what's it to you? who go blather from