The Night You Enlisted

Sing of the madness of the mother's ruin,
From the poetic words of the jester,
The harlequin dances to his tune,
As the witches brew their elixir,
Upward and onward, to battle we go,
Follow the great King onto the field,
Where men shall fall and blood shall flow,
And the enemy shall yield.

Drink your wine from your cup of silver,
Head back, drain every last drop,
Cackle at your doubters, your hedonistic laughter,
For it won't be long before they bury your corpse,
Full of Dutch courage, fight your bloody battle,
Fear not those who would slay you,
Intoxication will make you immortal,
And if not, then your epitaph will.

So come on all of you brave young men,
Draw your swords and prepare to attack,
While the minstrel leads you into battle again,
March through the chaos with pride in your heart,
As the maidens dance their cheerio wave,
And cry their salty tears of gloom,
Give a salute to your permanent grave,
The cold earth is waiting for you.

May your father's pride be your guiding tool,
And your mother's joy be your sympathy,
For neither of them wanted this from you,
They can only pray for your victory.
Oh, their thoughts will be with your as you go down,
They will feel the pain of your plight,
They will be haunted by the time that you signed on,
Bet you wish now, you'd been sober that night.