Steel boots stomp a heavy beat
Summer air is thick with heat
Banners snap in sudden wind
Where the jagged lines begin
Low rumble in the gray sky
Watch the heavy arrows fly
One helmet left in the clay
While the army marches away
Horses scream a wild alarm
Fields of wheat and golden farm
Battered shields and broken spears
Hiding all the sudden fears
Low rumble in the gray sky
Watch the heavy arrows fly
One helmet left in the clay
While the army marches away
Camera lens catches the rust
Everything is turning dust
Cold rain hits the dented plate
Leaving it to lonely fate
The thunder rolls a distant sound
Shaking all the sodden ground
No one stays to claim the prize
Underneath the heavy skies
Muddy water fills the rim
Light is growing cold and dim
Sinking deep in heavy black
Knowing no one's coming back
Low rumble in the gray sky
Watch the heavy arrows fly
One helmet left in the clay
While the army marches away
Snap a shot of empty space
Ghostly lines of a dead place
Metal glints in dying light
Before the falling of the night
Low rumble in the gray sky
Watch the heavy arrows fly
One helmet left in the clay
While the army marches away
Iron in the mud.
Just a picture in the mud.
(Sharp guitar stop)