A Survival Campaign - Skyclad

So we lie and wait for dreaded and demanding down

Come wrest us from our safe and sleepy beds

Over by the windown lie the raiment and the weapons

That we need to take into this world today

Armoured by opinion, with statistic and schoolboy’s charm

We take our plce amongst the rank and file

Young and proud and free, we are the 'gilded youth'

The chosen 'few'

The vanguard of our generation here

Marching out in the battle, after the glory in this enterprise

Likes pieces on a board, we’re pushed around

As cannons roar and missiles fly, into this melee we are thrown

We dearly learn survival has her price

Now profit is a noble cause, we’re honourbound to follow on Believing 'Good' and 'Right' are on our side

Will we be remembered in dispatches or in legends long

Will our story often be retold?

But dragons slain in PC games

just can’t assuage, you anger reigns,

You struggle on in spite of all you learn,

Baffled by their industry and bold commercial wizzardry

The young crusader’s beaten by the game

Yet in a quiet shade of evening when I lay me down

And relive all the struggles we have made

A smile creeps cross the lace that bears

the scars of war time can’t erase,

I loosen off my grip and fade away

I loosen off my grip and fade away

I loosen off my grip and fade away

I loosen off my grip and fade away

I finaly close my eyes and fade away