The Gathering

In your head you can hear your heart

Sweat runs cold it's all about to start

Life or death only seconds away

For king and country, there's a game to play

The hawks will fly, the doves will cry

The old wise ones stay at home

The young ones die

Come to the gathering

Have fun with a gun

Come to the gathering

Your day in the sun

In your soul you can feel the fear

In your mind all your demons appear

Could this be your glory day

Or just another number when you're blown away?

The hawks will fly, the doves will cry

The old wise ones stay at home

The young ones die

Come to the gathering

Have fun with a gun

Come to the gathering

Your day in the sun

Thank the ones who bear the scar

Widow weaves and a silver star

All the ones who won't meet dad

Wonder why they turned out so bad

All the kids who won the day

Just got bombed by the folks they saved

And all the people where you're from

Don't want you there you've been gone too long

In your head you can hear your heart

Sweat runs cold it's all about to start

Life or death only seconds away

For king and country, there's a game to play

The hawks will fly, the doves will cry

The old wise ones stay at home

The young ones die

Welcome to the gathering

Have fun with a gun

Welcome to the gathering

Your day in the sun