My heroes are no longer the warriors and kings
No more the embellished baldric and battered sword
No more marching under the royal banneret
Following heraldic summonings to battle
The stink of blood heavy over the battlefield
Mingled with weak and forlorn moanings
Of the mangled and the dying
Illustrating the full futility of war
So many dead for so little gained
The sacrifice of so many lives for naught
While those who wield the power look on
Willing to surrender the everyman as spoils
Broken swords and shattered shields strewn asunder
Littering endless plains coloured red
Dropping my weapons with my beliefs I walk away
My heroes are no longer warriors or kings