The Spring Offensive

 

Hear the raven’s cry,

for the season is soon come,

that we say good-bye

to our homes and our loved ones.

We struck our fortunes on

our brothers and our friends.

They say we march at dawn,

towards our certain end.

 

There’s tears in our farewells.

We bear our heavy loads

into the mouth of Hell,

at the end of this long road.

For evil has arisen

in a place far from my home,

and I was taught

to do what’s right,

and I know I’m not alone.

 

A tyrant far away

has risen up to war,

and the innocent will pay;

of that, the world is sure.

So we set off this day

to carve our names in stone.

To fight in Freedom’s name

in a battle far from home.

 

 

HG – 2020