Antietam - William Patrick Corgan

Antietam, somebody has to rise

Somebody has to rise

Battered out she wades in

Agatha-black as it sounds

This parting ways on a sharp knife

Antietam’s in sight

Horses stamped their hues, Marillion-side

Emancipated through spilt lines

Hollies of the high, your anthem’s won

For sisters stricken blank do forget

Antietam, somebody has to rise

Somebody has to rise

It’s a long way south

Where comforting kindness springs

To a bridge of turn-key louts

Antietam, begin

Ochre-powdered caste, defend this doubt

To marvels of a silk forest spun

Magnolia’s in the can, a glimpse cyan

Where chaste and tendered mouths spoilt foul

Antietam, somebody has to rise

Somebody has to rise

Battered out she wades in

Agatha-black as it sounds

This parting ways on a sharp knife

Antietam, somebody has to rise

Somebody has to rise