War Cry

Summon the moon to this field of war,

Let it hear our plea,

If any man should be killed by dawn,

Let it not be me.

Grant me all the strength you can,

To let me march with pride,

And wash away this evil foe, by allowing

The moon to control the tides.

This is not to say that I hold the sun

To be lesser than the stars,

But I often find the morning light,

More terrifying than the dark.

Morning dew for morning blood, our

Heads served on a plate,

Tomorrow at the rooster's call, we

March on to our fates.

A life is for a life, and so we laugh

And drink,

Tomorrow if death should come to call,

I'll greet him with a wink.

Think not of the morning and join

Us now in song,

With simple words we shall overcome

All that we do wrong