One day, little boys were teched.
In the school of a little village.
Little learning did no harm.
Little understanding helped them.
One day, little children started asking.
Where are our fathers that traveled away?
Why do our mothers cry?
Why do our brothers pale in their faces?
Honor, honor, answered the old wise.
To serve what should be served.
To do what has to be done.
You will see when you grow up.
Year after year, the village became smaller.
People traveled away and did not return.
Little boys grew bigger.
Soon they men shall be.
Soon they will discover where the rest go.
Mom said up to heaven they go.
Brother say down in hell they go.
Wise warriors say they go to they with honor.
Poor say they go to the traitors.
All does answer different.
Old boys shall soon have a own version.
On a sunny day, people come.
From a bigger place, to tell.
We need strong men for honor.
Strong warriors said.
Boys was scared and did not go.
But crying boys Had to go.
Leaving their mothers behind.
Mother say, don't worry.
You will soon see your father.
He will help you.
Boys stood there, with swords in hand.
Wondering where to go and why.
Men pointed and shouted.
There over the plain ground you see.
Father and sons laying in blood.
Traitors and people with honor.
Over the plain every one is equal.
You only have one reason and one destiny.
Out and fight and the one who stands up after.
Shall go to the next battle.
This is where you see your fathers and brothers.
This is where you stand up, with honor.
And boys stood up with honor.
Raised their fist and sword.
They ran over corpses.
All of them looking like their fathers.
All of them looking on them with bloody eyes.
All of them dead, slayed by a angry god.
And together, they rested on the plain field.
Together with all of their fathers.
Equal, all with honor.
As promised.
