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 axe swings before your eyes   Think how everyday we spent dreaming   Never once did we 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 sites   To cross-hair the weak, my bride      I'll try, oh so hard to find that light   But in his mind she baits me to fire   What a cunning foe we've 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 we've met   The captain, 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   It's all I can do to control my gaze      From the curiosity of seeing myself as prey   And then I heard an armored march   I heard an armored march that shook the trees   Bows bent as they sang, "We are the archers"