Soldier

I’m a soldier of war, and I fight, oh I fight…
For the high dragon lord’s army of light!
With a helmet and sword,
I will fight for my lord,
I’m a soldier of war, spirit so bright.

I joined up when the sergeant did ply me
with great mugfills of beer, wine and mead,
and he told me I’d soon be a knight strong and true
have rich armor and shield and steed…

I’m a soldier of war, and I fight, always fight…
But the dreams of my sleep are tattered and tight.
I’m hard and I’m cold,
and I feel so old…
I’m a soldier of war, spirit of might.

So I went with my youth and my pikestaff
to die at the dragon’s command.
When I found that our acts were mistaken
I spoke out — and they took my hand…

I’m a soldier of war, and I fight… still I fight….
and my purse overflows with blood and with gold,
soon time takes it’s toll,
and the die cast will roll…
I’m a soldier no more, sprit of night…

I’m a soldier no more…
And I fight in this damnable cold
with one hand here in hell
for I sacrificed my soul…
I sacrificed my soul…
sacrificed my soul…

by Andrew Blackwood MacBaine the Purple
© 1996, 2014 Andrew Nicholson

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