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ROY SMILES lyrics : "War With The East"

Children screaming & hor!@&( riding
The madmen have been released
As the women cry and the old men sigh

As they talk of war with the east
As they talk of war with the east.


They're gathering all the clansmen
Fetching swords, armed to the teeth
As young men lie & hope to die, as they shout for war with the east

As they shout for war with the east.

And I'm clutching at my children, shouting

No more war!
But the madness is upon them, to hell with peace or law
And I'm clutching at my children screaming

No more war
But no man could even hear me, lost to the vicious roar.


The knights ride out to glory, their mad dogs snarl like beasts
The drums of war hammer at the door, as they drum for war with the east
As they drum for war with the east.


Like sheep to the ancient slaughter, the gods will have their fleece
The widows wail as the warships sail, they sail for war with the east

They sail for war with the east.

And I'm clutching at my children, shouting

No more war!
But the madness is upon them, to hell with peace or law
And I'm clutching at my children screaming

No more war
But no man could even hear me, lost to the vicious roar.


Soldiers run into the setting sun, dreaming of battle & no more peace
Death to the dove & eternal love, as they run to war with the east
As they run to war with the east.


Holy are the righteous, Jesus? Well, he's deceased
There's no such gore like a Holy war, as they pray for war with the east

As they pray for war with the east.

And I'm clutching at my children, shouting

No more war!
But the madness is upon them, to hell with peace or law
And I'm clutching at my children screaming

No more war
But no man could even hear me, lost to the vicious roar.


The armies gather like cattle, the Pale Rider waits for his feast
For the Lord & his wrathful sword, there must be war with the east
There must be war with the east.


And so they march to Kingdom Come, like the Spartans of Ancient Greece
Their blood is red my dreams are dead as we go to war with the east

As we go war with the east, as we go to war with the east
As we go to war with the east.

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