Текст песни Call For Soldiers - Poor Man's Poison

As the grave took to shadow's light
While the wandering whispers tell
Calling for a gent who fast asleep
Under castaway stones they fell

So tend to our maiden war
As their battle cries seeming to fade
Favoring swords held by steel edge pressed
To the knees of king's enemies slain

For not hiding
Taking blood before breath away
For not hiding
All whose fallen set free now depraved

To the lord's call for soldiers, our enemies looked over
So in torturous death they'll mourn
As we fight for the dream of our own country's freedom
From our hillsides to our misty shores

Tearing down flags of dying men
Claiming land that no eyes have seen
Set in does the rain, guiding rivers to seas
Turns these battle soaked mountains to green

Held in by slavery
From the mothers their children are torn
Grasping for faith with every last breath they take
Turning life to the ground that we've sworn
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

For not hiding
Taking blood before breath away
For not hiding
All whose fallen set free now depraved

To the lord's call for soldiers, our enemies looked over
So in torturous death they'll mourn
As we fight for the dreams of our own country's freedom
From our hillsides to our misty shores
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da