Why?

A song that be not about the Lions, but addressed to those they must fight.

Like a flash of light across the sky,
More grim tidings go by.
It’s another fight, another death,
Don’t you ever wonder why?

Does the gold glisten so brightly,
How great is the power you need,
That makes you forget, when blood you do shed,
That the flesh that you cut really bleeds.

And the word goes round so quickly,
Forgotten before blood dries,
Yet somewhere a corpse is lying,
And somewhere a mother cries,

Does the gold glisten so brightly,
How great is the power you need,
That makes you forget, when blood you do shed,
That the flesh that you cut really bleeds.

For every victim they once laughed,
And every target once played,
The things you hit are living,
They’re not fodder for your blades,

Does the gold glisten so brightly,
How great is the power you need,
That makes you forget, when blood you do shed,
That the flesh that you cut really bleeds.

Think how it feels to be dying,
To lie there tattered and torn,
You don’t like it, why should others?
Why should their friends have to mourn?

Does the gold glisten so brightly,
How great is the power you need,
That makes you forget, when blood you do shed,
That the flesh that you cut really bleeds.

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