It was a great fight
With shiny weapons
We were young and strong
And the marching band loud
Fighting we gradually
Repelled the enemy
And slowly defeated them
It was a wonderful mayhem
Victory Victory!
Field Artillery
There's no witchery
Death delivery
When we were expecting less
One of us fell through this mess
At the roar of the commander
The fight went on faster
But nevertheless ours
Were falling around
One by one
With the throats cut
And in the depths of my grim heart
I were happy every time
When others were falling - true art
Just me fighting further
Like the ancient King Arthur
Until all brothers were down
And I was all alone !
None to fight within the ruined town