It was a cold September morning
We arose from our slumber
Feasting on our breakfast with our men
A king is ready for war
He was not here to take part
But he was here to take over
When one of us goes to war
We all go
As we picked up our armour
We brandished our weapons
We kissed our wives and children
Some of us may never come home.
But we stand in the courtyard of the castle
“Men, women. Some of you may never come home but you will always be a hero. When we stride to war. We cut off their heads. When we win we lay them to rest. For this is us”
The battle was long, the battle was hard.
The king won.
Freedom for now
Freedom forever.
Your king
