| We watched them fall
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| Eyes locked to mine, feeling as if I had let them down
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| Caught blinded by silk, led by lips to the baited chains
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| Now look around, regret
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| As the ax swings before your eyes, think how everyday we spent dreaming
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| Never once did you pick up the sword and learn to fight
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| Now is the time
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| Pick yourself up and fight
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| Learn to swing
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| Learn to swing
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| They watched me fall for the last time
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| But how is such an elegant blade to be stopped?
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| When in times where eyes set sight to cross-hair the weak
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| My bride, I’ll try oh so hard, to find that light
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| 'Cause in His mind, she baits me to fire
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| What a cunning foe we’ve met
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| Our horizons pushed pages away to a new fight
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| A new method, new plan, but how do I train?
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| How do you ready a child for war?
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| Oh what a cunning foe we’ve met
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| The Captain, what will He send? |
| What will He send?
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| I know He will send, but what will be sent?
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| I can feel a slip
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| A buzzard scrapes nearby, as I atop this hill stand and scream
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| It’s all I can do to control my gaze from the curiosity
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| Curiosity of seeing myself as prey
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| And then I heard an armored march
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| I heard an armored march that shook the trees
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| Shook the trees
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| Bows bent as they sang
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| «We are the archers» (x2) |