Men at Arms - Beak

The flies are buzzing

The dead are rising

Taking back families

Black wasps are swarming

The black stampede

Men at arms

Who killed in their

Shaking beds

How then could I

Have done this

My mind joining

The legions

The lowly become wholly freed

Unholy the drums slowly beat

Come holy legions souls be freed

Break in with the mob trampling

Men of violence

Left underground

Covered by dust

Ranks breaking down

Horses galloping

Angels taking wing

Man Sleeping

Holy Legions

Souls be freed