Listen children to a story, that was written long ago   'Bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below   On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath the stone   And the valley people swore, they'd have it for their very own      Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend   Do it in the name of Heaven, justify it in the end   There won't be any trumpets blowing come the Judgment Day   On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away      So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill   Asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill   Came an answer from the Kingdom, "With our brothers we will share   All the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there"      Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses, draw your sword"   And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward   Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain, dark and red   Turned the stone and looked beneath it, 'Peace on earth', was all it said      Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend   Do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end   There won't be any trumpets blowing come the Judgment Day   On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away      Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend   Do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end   There won't be any trumpets blowing come the Judgment Day   On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away