Twenty horses, twenty men
Falling fast at half-past-ten
Caring less than I cared then
Caring less I really can
Nine-to-twelve, are you still dead?
Falling fast into my bed
Falling fast onto my head
In the last of this hour spent
4:13, at morningâ??s break
The sun rises, I resist to fake
Up to now, this war I wake
Still going on, and lives still take
Noon in day, as they fall fast
These brave men, still tall, collapse
I wonder how long this fight will last
As the king still bears to task
Six and seven, nine and twelve
In this story I wish not to delve
Though, upon that sword I once held
Is the blood of many in Hell
