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George Waters, 'When The Tigers Broke Free'

When The Tigers Broke Free

It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf adorned,
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me.

By George Waters

Battle of Anzio began January 22, 1944

https://youtu.be/E_5DRKZI1Ow
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Siegfried Sassoon, 'Elsewhere'

Elsewhere

Let Congresses consider how to avoid
These bomb abominations being employed
In suicidal conflict—how
To unannihilate the future now.

Since nothing that one man can think or say
Could prove effective in the feeblest way,
He, for appeasement of his tortured mind,
Must look elsewhere to be
Defended and befriended and resigned
And fortified and free.

Elsewhere. The indestructible exists
Beyond found formulas of scientists.
Our spiritual situation stood the same
In other epochs when
To thwart all ministries of mercy came
The arrogant inventiveness of men.

by Siegfried Sassoon
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Anti-Flag, '911 For Peace'

911 For Peace

It's in the paper every day
I see it in the headlines and I feel so sick, yeah
Another life leaves this world (this world) so full of hate
But short
Short on compassion
Short on humanity
Asking myself in vain, shaken by the shock,
"Do we even have a chance?"

I don't wanna die
(I don't wanna kill)
I don't wanna kill
(I don't wanna die)
We are all human.
It's time to prove it.


This is a plea for peace (world peace)
To the oppressors of the world and to
To the leaders of nations, corporate profit takers,
to the everday citizen
Greed, envy, fear, hate-- the competition has to stop.
When you see someone down, now's the time to pick them up
Set our differences aside and never look back, no

I don't wanna die
(I don't wanna kill)
I don't wanna kill
(I don't wanna die)
We are all human
It's time to prove it.


Isn't everybody tired of the fighting? (hey, hey)
Isn't everybody tired of the killing? (hey, hey)
Isn't everybody tired of the dying? (hey, hey)
Isn't everybody tired of the hatred? (hey, hey)
Violence.. fighting... killing...dying.. aaaaaah!!
[excerpt from Martin Luther King Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" speech:]
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow,
I still have a dream
we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children,
black men and white men
Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join
hands and sing
"Free at last, free at last.
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."
I don't wanna die
(I don't wanna kill)
I don't wanna kill
(I don't wanna die)
We are all human
It's time to prove it.


We are all human
It's time to prove it.
We are all human...

By 'Anti-Flag'

Martin Luther King Day, January 20, 2020

https://youtu.be/Hl7eudopoac
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La Nef, 'Air du Chevaliers'

Air du Chevaliers
(Perceval and the Grail)


Chorus:
And a great racket was made
By the arms of those who came,
And often against the arms struck
The branches of oaks and hornbeams.
The woods resounded, resounded the iron
Of the shields and the hauberks.
The woods resounded, resounded the iron
And the shields clashed against the hauberks.

Perceval:
He marveled and said:
By my soul, my lady mother spoke true
When she told me that devils are
More frightening than anything in the world.
She instructed me to make
The sign of the cross to ward them off,
But I never cross myself
This teaching I disdain.

By La Nef

Original French:

Chœur:
Et moult grand noise démenait
Les armes de ceux qui venaient,
Et souvent heurtaient aux armes
Les branches des chênes et des charmes.
Sonnait le bois, sonnait le fer
Des écus et des hauberts.
Sonnait le bois, sonnait le fer
Et les écus frappent sur les hauberts.

Perceval:
Il s'émerveille et dit:
Par mon âme, vrai me dit ma mère ma dame
Qui me dit que les diables sont choses
Plus effrayantes du monde.
Elle dit pour moi enseigner
Que pour eux se doit-on signer,
Mais jamais ne me signerai
Cet enseignement dédaignerai.

https://youtu.be/AXhQB-jfNFo
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Sabaton, 'Twilight of the Thunder God'

Twilight of the Thunder God

There is Fenris grim
His jaws are open wide
The serpent rises from the waves

Jormungandr twists and turns,
mighty in his wrath
The eyes are full of primal hate

Thor, Odin's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits
Thor, Hlódyn's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, Ragnarök awaits

Vingthor rise to face the snake with hammer high at the edge of the world
as lightning fills the air as Mjöllnir does it's work the twinfold serpent roars in pain

Thor, Odin's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits
Thor, Hlódyn's son, protector of mankind, ride to meet your fate, Ragnarök awaits

Mighty Thor, grabs the snake firmly by its tongue lifts his hammer high to strike soon his work is done
Vingthor slays the guardian snake leading to the death twilight of the thundergod Ragnarök awaits

twilight of the thunder god twilight of the thunder god
twilight of the thunder god twilight of the thunder god

By 'Sabaton'

https://youtu.be/ZeFjleZPaE8
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Felicia Hemans, 'The Sword of the Tomb'

The Sword of the Tomb
A Northern Legend


"Voice of the gifted elder time!
Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme!
Speak! from the shades and the depths disclose,
How Sigurd may vanquish his mortal foes;
Voice of the buried past!

"Voice of the grave! 'tis the mighty hour,
When night with her stars and dreams hath power,
And my step hath been soundless on the snows,
And the spell I have sung hath laid repose
On the billow and the blast."

Then the torrents of the North,
And the forest pines were still,
While a hollow chant came forth
From the dark sepulchral hill.

"There shines no sun 'midst the hidden dead,
But where the day looks not the brave may tread;
There is heard no song, and no mead is pour'd,
But the warrior may come to the silent board
In the shadow of the night.

"There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb,
And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom;
But soft be thy step through the silence deep,
And move not the urn in the house of sleep,
For the viewless have fearful might!"

Then died the solemn lay,
As a trumpet's music dies,
By the night-wind borne away
Through the wild and stormy skies.

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By Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans
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Amon Amarth, 'The Way of Vikings'

The Way of Vikings

Whirling dust in morning air
Two warriors in the ring
With the strength of two great bears
They make their weapons sing

Sparks fly high when steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends
Not enemies

They lash out with ferocious force
The fight grows more intense
But each avoid the other's sword
As if by seventh sense

Their muscles ache, their bones are sore
But none of them will yield
They fight a two-man practice war
As enemies

Faster!
Stronger!
Fight until your dying breath!
Fiercer!
Harder!
This is a matter of life and death!

Full on fight in training
It's the way of vikings
Every muscle straining
It's the way of the Jomsvikings
These men aim to shatter
It's the way of vikings
This is how we battle
It's the way of the Jomsvikings

Whirling dust in morning air
Two warriors in the ring
With the strength of two great bears
They make their weapons sing

Sparks fly high when steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends
Not enemies

Sun beats down with intense heat
The swordsmen start to break
Pain shoots through their tired feet
With every step they take

In this fight of iron wills
One man takes a knee
The other goes for the kill
Like an enemy

Faster!
Stronger!
Fight until your dying breath!
Fiercer!
Harder!
This is a matter of life and death!

Full on fight in training
It's the way of vikings
Every muscle straining
It's the way of the Jomsvikings
These men aim to shatter
It's the way of vikings
This is how we battle
It's the way of the Jomsvikings

By 'Amon Amarth'

https://youtu.be/55OJ17cHeJA
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Isaac Rosenberg, 'Soldier: Twentieth Century'

Soldier: Twentieth Century

I love you, great new Titan!
Am I not you?
Napoleon or Caesar
Out of you grew.

Out of the unthinkable torture,
Eyes kissed by death,
Won back to the world again,
Lost and won in a breath,

Cruel men are made immortal,
Out of your pain born.
They have stolen the sun’s power
With their feet on your shoulders worn.

Let them shrink from your girth,
That has outgrown the pallid days,
When you slept like Circe’s swine,
Or a word in the brain’s way.

By Isaac Rosenberg
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Taryn Evendim, 'Solomon's Song'

Solomon's Song
To Lady Death


She is gentle as mist on a summer's morn,
She is cold as the fires of Hell,
And when I ride out in the sands alone
She rides with me as well,
Singing "Come ride with me in the morning,
Come sup with me at noon,
Drink a toast to me in the evening,
And come sleep with me by the rising
Of the Moon."

Her laughter I hear when my sword bites deep
And she drinks of the blood I have spilled,
And her comfort I feel when at night I weep
For the souls of the men I have killed,
Whisp'ring "Come ride with me in the morning,
Come sup with me at noon,
Drink a toast to me in the evening,
And come sleep with me by the rising
Of the Moon."

I must follow my Lady, my Queen of Night;
From her curse I will never be free,
For I know if I once let her out of sight,
She'll return and follow me,
So I'll ride with her in the morning,
I'll sup with her at noon,
Drink a toast to her in the evening,
And I'll sleep with her by the rising
Of the Moon.

By Taryn Evendim

(Happy birthday to the Bard.)

Solomon ben Jacob the Levite died August 27, 2007