While the sabres rattle, and the forces start to move

Threats and reputations force the warlords all to prove

The power in their hands, that they have got to send

Thousands for to die, to achieve their ends

As petty as the conflict, may have beginned

As bloody as a war has got to end..



While the sabres rattle, and history's cards are dealt

Battle plans are drawn up as tradition starts to melt

Burned by a fury, as blind as a flag

After hopes for peace have started to sag

Of a mighty power, most are proud to brag

And your neighbor, to his possible death they are going to drag..



While the sabres rattle, it has always been the same

Bracing for the storm to come, studying those that came

But that lesson, has yet to be learned

Even a good man, will kill if his home is burned

While the sabres rattle, to sirens near and far

Wailing forth their warnings, and their call to arms

These pictures I now see, as we begin to fight

They are pictures I have seen before, but they were in black and white.



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