The Times - A March to War Lyrics

When we'll be gone
Bless us with a reason why
Soon we will march
To the bloody fields of war
We have to fight
For the things that have our hearts
Now we must march
For we have our lives to give

When it's time for me
To move on
From this twilight's
Passion play?
The poet sought the
Wisdom for her
Not to share it with me

Some are gone
But we can't tell where
Let their souls fly free
Some are still here
To remind us
Of what mortals
Have got to lose

Time's moving on
But we're still here
Just for how long
We cannot tell
We marched through
Winter's cold and grey
Children of death
Yet we march on

We came through hell
Just to get here
We paid the prize
Our hallowed time
We lose our minds
No matter how
Children blood stained
Yet we march on

Trapped inside this void
Of hopelessness
Feel the velvet sorrow
Of the sky
Ashes fly with wind
Still without me
Freedom is still
Gruelingly afar

We have to fight
For the things that have our love
Now we must march
For we have our lives to give

Under light you find
Shadows to kill
The evil of tomorrow
Breeds inside
The will of your soul makes
Darkness to steep
Freedom is still
Gruelingly afar

When we'll be gone
Bless us with a reason why
Soon we will march
Through the bloody fields of war
We have to fight
For the things that have our hearts
Now we must march
For we have our lives to give