A Call To Arms (Tragedy)

From hands that beat us senseless come offerings of apparent help From mouths that told judges lies come pleas of disarmament As we lay wounded in growing numbers with explosive fury They fly the white flag at half mast Calling for the laying down of arms Calling for a truce they must be.. They must be losing it to think we'll just pick up our bruised bodies and gather at their feet No truce, no mercy, no surrender, no rest, no more, this is war! the midnight hour near's and we prepare for attack No truce, no mercy, no surrender, no rest, no more, this is war!