War Song

Young soldier, young soldier,
Pack up your things...
Take you swords, take your guns,
Pack up your things...
Take your knives, take your blades,
Take anything you can,
To fight off the foe of your land!
You will go on a dangerous trip,
From which you might never return to your kids.
You will encounter many deaths...
Many pains will stand in your way,
Betrayal of a friend and death of your kin.
Braven’ your heart for what you’ll see
Take your stances and fight till the end.
Young soldier, young soldier,
Pack up your things...
Take you swords, take your guns,
Pack up your things...
Take your knives, take your blades,
Take anything you can,
To fight off the foe of your land!
You will be forced to take innocent lives,
Kill women and soldiers, and their kids in all.
You will have your soul stained in blood,
Of many innocent people, who didn’t want to die.
You will fight for the sake of your land,
For the sake of your life, and family’s friend.
And finally just for the sake of peace, so that your kids can grow up to have kids.
Young soldier, young soldier,
Pack up your things...
Take you swords, take your guns,
Pack up your things...
Take your knives, take your blades,
Take anything you can,
To fight off the foe of your land!
Finally you will come back from the war,
Full of experience and very wise.
You will know how to fight and kill,
How to stay alive through the chaos of life.
You will take care of everyone,
And you will remember those days of that war,
That will haunt you to the day of your death, telling you numerous, shameless lies.
Young soldier, young soldier,
Pack up your things...
Take you swords, take your guns,
Pack up your things...
Take your knives, take your blades,
Take anything you can,
To fight off the foe of your land!
Category:Axanda
Category:Poetry
Category:Song
Category:DraculaFan