Letras
Here we wait at the edge of the field
To see who'll charge, to see who'll yield
Oh the sun on the armor and the flying dust and straw
They charge left then charge right
All we see of the thundering fight
Is the sun on the armor and the flying dust and straw
And the army runs and clashes
In a dark cloud on the ground
And the sword's cold lightning flashes
Through the hot, dry thunder's sound
The axes rise, the pikes stand tall
And in one rattling crash, they fall
Oh the sun on the armor and the flying dust and straw
The fronts move fast, the sides move slow
The wedges meet and down they go
In the sun on the armor and the flying dust and straw
And the armies part, retiring
And the dead rise up and run
For the resurrection firing
From the low dust, dark, and sun
The dead reach out, touch and pray
For the grail disguised as a bale of hay
Oh the sun on the armor and the flying dust and straw
Up they stand, back they go
Rejoin the lines as the sun swings low
And the sun on the armor and the flying dust and straw
That sun on the armor and the flying dust and straw