Lyrics
Some men they fight these wars
For flag, faith, and nation
Some women they fight these wars
For love, verse, and labour
Yet the devouring earth
Upon that fateful day
Will spit out their bones
And have its final say
Ploughs to rust
Swords to dust
Thus ever to tyrants
Ploughs to rust
Swords to dust
Thus ever to tyrants
If these are the last
Hours we have on Earth
One embrace before
Death's martyred release
From the gaols chapel
At dawn, I'll march to die
The firing squad will grant
To me no peace
Ploughs to rust
Swords to dust
Thus ever to tyrants
Ploughs to rust
Swords to dust
Thus ever to tyrants
Rougher than death, this road I choose
Yet shall my feet not walk astray
Through dark, my way not lose
For this way is the darkest way
All things are in one
Heaven and the pit
Darkness and the sun
And the infinite
We are
We will stare
Into
We stare into the sun