@davidfar, I hope that you like it...The thunderous beat of leathered heals,
Marching men from crops and fields,
Stand in wait 'neath hoisted masts
Anchors drawn, no ship's avast;
There's a sense of silence,
While we're waiting for the bloody moon,
Silence, Blood drenched feet march to your tune,
Silence, Bring our warriors safely home,
Silence, Guide them unharmed as they roam.
Fathers and sons with swords and shields,
Clad In armor hands willing to wield,
They'll fight for freedom, they'll fight till death,
They'll fight with honor in every breath.
There's a sense of silence,
While we're waiting for the bloody moon,
Silence, Blood drenched feet march to your tune,
Silence, Bring our warriors safely home,
Silence, Guide them unharmed as they roam.
