Tom Gekas, Benjamin Becker - Old Lyrics

Many fights were fought across these fields
Thousand rusty swords and broken shields
Shattered bones, dreadfull wounds
Left to rot, they faced their doom
He ones was a proud soldier
Seeking for glory
Now he's a crippled man
Depressed and miserable
Alone and forsaken
Marked by the wounds of days gone by
Creaking joints
Stooped posture
Pitiful, battered, broken, embittered
Pitiful, battered, broken, embittered
Pathetic!
Suddenly a call to arms
His hometown is under attack
Forgotten are alle the harms
His inner drive comes back
He's hoping to see
A glimpse of glory
To die a death of dignity
He grabs his old sword
With wich he ones fought
Ready to strike against them
He just left his home
No time to react
A sudden stroke
An arrow in his chest
Lying on the ground
Breathing his own blood
Slowly suffocating
Glory?
No just agony!

Many fights were fought across these fields
Thousand rusty swords and broken shields
Shattered bones, dreadfull wounds
Left to rot, they faced their doom
He ones was a proud soldier
Seeking for glory
Now he's a crippled man
Depressed and miserable
Alone and forsaken
Marked by the wounds of days gone by
Creaking joints
Stooped posture
Pitiful, battered, broken, embittered
Pitiful, battered, broken, embittered
Pathetic!
Suddenly a call to arms
His hometown is under attack
Forgotten are alle the harms
His inner drive comes back
He's hoping to see
A glimpse of glory
To die a death of dignity
He grabs his old sword
With wich he ones fought
Ready to strike against them
He just left his home
No time to react
A sudden stroke
An arrow in his chest
Lying on the ground
Breathing his own blood
Slowly suffocating
Glory?
No just agony!