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作曲 : Corby Lund |
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I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait |
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And I appealed to their decency show mercy on this day |
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I issued them strong orders on pain of death and disarray |
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But in the end they would not listen and raised their lances anyway |
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Men of no account they were, their breeding crude and low |
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With not a trace of wisdom, Grace or virtue in their souls |
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Yet trained them long and hard I did to bend them to the crown |
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To act as tools of justice, follow edict handed down |
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You see these were not militia men, a-fighting for their homes |
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Nor fathers, sons nor husbands, sire, but foreigners on loan |
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Mercenary killers, career soldiers to a man |
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Lashing out with vengeance one cannot accept or understand |
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I could not instill the discipline 'twas duty to inspire |
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And they responded in the end to instincts of the basest kind |
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Now on my knee before you here, I drop my eyes in shame |
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Albeit little consolation take my head for I'm to blame |
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O, so spoke the leader on losing control |
