A Call To Arms
Pass the word, it's a call to arm
Midnight man at your doo
Blackened faces run in the nigh
Daybreak under the floo
Bring my bo
Fill my head with flame, and we mus
Let them know that the torch is lit agai
Crystalize the pain behind your eye
Are you ready to fight
(You hear the drum and) run for your lif
(Sweet Avalon the heat is on
In other words, I hope and pra
That time and tide wash the hate awa
A simple man with simple thought
Who turned to force as a last resor
All around us, chaos ring
Buildings crumbling dow
Silhouettes in the fiery rai
Timbers crash to the groun
Bring my spear, invested with my yout
Bring the children near, they must now be told the trut
Old and young and those of foreign tongu
Are you ready to fight
(You hear the drum and) run for your lif
(Sweet Avalon the heat is on
In other words, I hope and pra
That time and tide wash the hate awa
A simple man with simple thought
Who turned to force as a last resor
In other words, I hope and pra
That time and tide keep the day awa
When simple men with simple thought
Will turn to force as a last recourse
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