Murder at midnight The enemy on the way Will he return with the day? The devil's seed on the way And then we tell you to pray At night I saw him And not a soul has called

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will