GIVE ME A SWORD

Storm clouds are gathering above my citadel
And on the plain before me I can see
Armies are clashing like a garage sale in hell
And I know what my destiny must be
All my defences are cut and burned away
All my retreats are closed and gone
And all my hope has perished, this night will have no day
All I can do is battle on.

CHORUS
Give me a sword
And a foeman I can face
Give me a sword
And someone I can slay
Give me the chance
To take some of them with me
In this darkest hour I see no other way.

I am no fighter, I hate the thought of war
I've never struck a man nor borne a scar
I am a poet, that's what my life was for
But even poets can be pushed too far.
Once I believed that a man could choose his course
To live in peace and sing a peaceful song
But now my innocence is swallowed in remorse
My dreams brought pain and heartache: I was wrong.

CHORUS
Give me a sword
And a foeman I can face
Give me a sword
And someone I can slay
Give me the right
To take some of them with me
In this darkest hour I see no other way.

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The storm is breaking, here comes the hardest rain
And I must go and face my final fight
Look for my body out on the darkling plain
Where ignorant armies clash by endless night.

CHORUS
Give me a sword
And a foeman I can face
Give me a sword
And someone I can slay
If  I must die
Let me take some of them with me
In this darkest hour I see no other way.
In truth there never was another way.