Lyrics inspired by Stephen Crane's book of poems War is Kind (1899)
One feels the air so suffocating
But war is kind, yeah war is kind
Swarms of glory dissipating
But war is kind, yeah war is kind
You fear seeing battle in his eyes
And shallow trenches can’t contain all the red and gold
My Dear
These men were born to march and die
Allowed to roam an empty plain to be swallowed whole
My Dear
Exposing youth to burning hearts
To half filled promises with dirt and marble lids as crowns
My Dear
But bless the sword that plows this land
The wrath of god upon us swift and flaring
They rode fast and mighty glistening
Leaving all behind
The colors at their door still waiting there
I see the silver flickering
Banners flying fast
The flutter in the sky announce the end
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