Hildestǽr Lyrics

What do you know about war?

Rule the seas

And conquer the sands

Refined military tactics

Where land equals power

Spread your influence

Deployed in their thousands

Raise the shield wall

Take cover in the bunker

Trading routes secured, Armistice ignored

Unconditional control

Warfare with iron and bronze

At cemetery 117

Over 13,000 years ago

Looking through the looking glass

To witness the birth of conflict

Remember the king who made the land submit

Hunt and gather no more

At the dawn of agriculture

Generals marching men to their deaths

The formation of empires

Imperial tyranny where silence is unheard

Born for battle or drafted young

The campaign remains the same

The catalyst, an assassination

March for territory through the nations

Listen for the bugle, primed for attack

Yearning for the whistle, primed for attack

Bang the drums, primed for attack

Riders on horseback primed for attack

Waiting for the fire signals

All eyes on the beacon

The thunder of chariots

Or the grinding roar of tanks

A sleepless night

Through the dark

In the trenches smirking

At the void of joy

Early out of bed with the lark

Welcome to the horror of war

For the lord's sake and golden gains

Welcome to the horror of war

For the lord's sake and golden gains

Welcome to the horror of war

Some would say that war is about politics

That war is a continuation of political activity by any other means

In times of peace, sons bury their fathers

But in times of war, fathers bury their sons

Well what do you know about war?

War is about death

War is bullets

War is shells

War is anguish

War is hell

Doomed to repeat the history we've failed to learn from

War may well be hell

But death is not the end

For only the dead have witnessed the end of conflict

Devising strategy to right the wrongs

In the blistering heat, arm the horses

A mountain of decay and shiny bones

Burning buildings, broken thrones

Comrades fell

As they wished

The letters home

Choke on their words

From Mesopotamia

To the fields of Verdun

Devastation through millennia

Witness the end

Hand of fate

Extends its reach

Now sit tight

And stay out of sight

Hildestǽr, oh hildestǽr

Heed the warning, oh hildestǽr

Doomed to repeat, oh hildestǽr

Word to the wise, oh hildestǽr

War is hell

But death is not the end