Pass the word   it's a call to arms   Midnight men at the door   Blackened faces run in the night   Daybreak under the floor      Bring my bow   Fill my head with flame   We must let them know   that the torch is lit again   Crystallise the pain behind your eyes   Are you ready to fight?   Run for your life      In other words I hope and pray   that time and tide wash the hate away   A simple man with simple thoughts   who turned to force as a last resort      All around us, chaos reigns   Buildings crumbling down   Silhouettes in the fiery rain,   timbers crash to the ground      Bring my spear, invested with my youth   Bring the children here; they must now be told the truth   Old and young and those of foreign tongue - are you ready to fight?   Run for your life      In other words I hope and pray   that time and tide wash the hate away   A simple man with simple thoughts   who turned to force as a last resort      In other words I hope and pray   that time and tide keep the day away   when simple men with simple thoughts will turn to force as a last recourse