Psalms

Have you ever heard the sound of trumpets of war?
 There was blood in the banks of brown and ruined lands
 And the names of sons and brothers of shattered generations
 It'll all come back in pieces, or they won't come back at all
 Can you hear the death bell tolling?
 Can you hear the fife and drum?
 Can you hear the death bell ringing in the deep?
 It was early in the morning of dawn this day spent marched
 Their cavalry was spent, but they got artillery
 And no one realized this was the start of tribulation
 They'll just go back to sleep in their muddy, stinking beds
 Can you hear the death bell tolling?
 Can you hear the fife and drum?
 Can you hear the death bell ringing in the deep?
 There's a captain and his plan, and a martyr and his faith
 They all got their own reasons, and fodder for the brunt
 And no one realized this was the start of tribulation
 They'll just go back to sleep in their muddy, stinking beds
 Can you hear the death bell tolling?
 Can you hear the fife and drum?
 Can you hear the death ringing in the deep?