Entering england, beating the Celts
veni, vidi, vici...
I’m sitting looking,
At the door...
The battlefield,
The fighting men...
Oh, War of wars,
That was like no other...
I’m sitting looking at the door,
Knowing you’ve went off to war...
White, cold graves surround her
They go on for miles...
Please don't go
its too dangerous...
The wide brown land i call my home, with its...
We are not subjects.
We are not ruled...
I try and run to hide the pain
The tears on my shirt remain a sad stain...
We call our men heroes after they're dead
After they've all been buried with stones at their...
Yesterday the ball game,
National anthem being played...