We watched them fall Eyes locked to mine, feeling as if I had let them down Caught blinded by silk, led by lips to the baited chains Now look around, regret As the ax swings before your eyes, think how everyday we spent dreaming Never once did you pick up the sword and learn to fight Now is the time Pick yourself up and fight Learn to swing Learn to swing They watched me fall for the last time But how is such an elegant blade to be stopped? When in times where eyes set sight to crosshair the weak My bride, Ill try oh so hard, to find that light Cause in His mind, she baits me to fire What a cunning foe weve met Our horizons pushed pages away to a new fight A new method, new plan, but how do I train? How do you ready a child for war? Oh what a cunning foe weve met The Captain, what will He send? What will He send? I know He will send, but what will be sent? I can feel a slip A buzzard scrapes nearby, as I atop this hill stand and scream Its all I can do to control my gaze from the curiosity Curiosity of seeing myself as prey And then I heard an armored march I heard an armored march that shook the trees Shook the trees Bows bent as they sang We are the archers x2
armored, swing, cunning, curiosity, send