At Vance

They?ve sworm in to die for their land
Displacing all their fears
With their arms in the same direction
Tearing down the lands and the fields
Where they could have build their home
Falling one by one and fighting eye to eye
Losing your faith and your religion
Marching on and on and rambling down
The tree of life
You?re roght on the center of another one?s
Foolish vision
They could have builded houses and fields
With the spirits of their hands
But now they?re forced to march in a row