Windjammer

And I fold my ears

Die no more

Breathe no fire

But I know war

If all the crosses point down

I go north

By the hordes

See no light

Get beyond the village

A call of sacrifice behind the line of fire

Smeared in flower ashes

The flower as the motif of one desire

We ride into the night

I'm coming through

And no one need be singing

No song will do

With the trusted torch's eyes

They were bold and true

To the other side we pried

If we only knew

Not such a good thing

Not such a place

Not a good sign for we're running out of space

Hey Bob!

This is how the tale is told

Always the same

Surrender your poppy field

Dampen your militant flame