When cannon roar and young men die. Sated is the reaper?
Never.
The archer loads the bowstring taught and what does he deliver ?
Death.
The stinging thorns that swiftly fly. Where do they rest ?
in quiver.
And slowly does he map the flight, and loose the shaft to split the night. A fiery comet burning bright, a fatal blow
deliver.
The dogs of war are ever near. when do they rest ?
Never.