Your Flag Flies

Your flag flies
Your brother dies
You close your eyes
The battle cries

Rifles flare
Limbs tear
The dying swear
You say a prayer

Your eyes sting
Your men sing
Your ears ring
For your king

They have bled
But now they're dead
Shot by lead
Smeared with red

Your head pounds
The drums sound
You hit the ground
You join the mound

You've been shot
Your blood clots
You feel hot
You'll soon rot

You hear a shout
You've lost this bout
Your life's in doubt
You black out

Your head aches
Your body shakes
Your heart quakes
You won't wake