Prince of war and king of battle,
Long has he sat in saddle,
Campaign and scrape,
Scrap and fight,
...
Heads you win and tails I lose
It always comes right back to you
Every thought and every tear
Every fight and every fear
...
A simple contradiction, both weak and so strong
Just one single moment both short and yet it's too long
The ending of life but your life's first breath
A brand new beginning and an ancient loves death
...
Going To War
Prince of war and king of battle,
Long has he sat in saddle,
Campaign and scrape,
Scrap and fight,
Still he makes it through the night
Warrior and ranger,
Fighting near and afar,
Many cuts and bruises,
Many many scars,
A war that's unseen,
A battle unknown,
The man goes to war with himself,
All alone