Stand and fight O' peaceful fools,
and leave your words away.
Your politics shall save you not,
on this glorious day.
Your Lies and your misgivings,
have brought the reaper here,
So drop your words and take up arms,
lest you die of fear.
Tarry not, lest ye be brought,
to die in your shame.
Point not a finger or use your forked tongue,
for in you lies the blame.
You have sent the good men away to fight,
and sit here whilst they die.
But harken, they have failed,
now is your turn to try.
A chance, only one, to be redeemed,
is at your hands.
Stand and fight O' peaceful fools,
or evermore be damned.
