Carry On? Oh, Mortal Men.

War, a cruel business?

Oh, carry on? Oh mortal men.

Of moons of Grace oh moons of death.

Oh, carry on? Oh mortal men

The Stains of tears and bloody red.

Oh, Carry on. Oh, carry on.

The sight of sickness,

Pointed spears.

The amount of gold upon thy tears.

Oh, carry on

You do not know,

The

Sadness

Of ones greatest fears.

Oh, mortal men, you do not hear,

You do not, embrace once lame ears. Oh, carry on,

If you only knew,

Dips of

Life and disaster too.