A Northern Chorus

And so it was planned that morning.
An armed attack, units forging.
"Cannons, fire at will and halt escape. Well help them if we can, prisoners of circumstance."
A few arrived - weak, torn, tongue tied.
They told of eyes desperate and blind.
" Please now send troops. Theyre dying in the fields. Weve seen the view."
Haste on this mile has formed our constant reprise, its given promise for now.
We took the hill, men they laid still.
And in the ground spirit flags found.
"Hands up prisoners of circumstance. Well get you out alive but youve got to fight."
Help us if you can, arm our minds.
Concede to solid plans of first desires
[ Prisoners Of Circumstance Lyrics ]