After The Fall From Grace

As we let our sails fly away

And we chart our course for ever changing

Rendez - vous of war

Banners wave, cannons fire till the smoke of

Glories past fills the air, brings to tears

Eyes of all who' ve seen

A thousand men of war go off to battles

They' ve already lost

And we sail on

As clouds above the sea

Will the stars still guide us

After the fall from grace

As their ensign fills our eyes and shouts

Rain from command

The thunder shouts from cannons fired ten

Thousand times before

Main sails burn

Top sails fall into the flying sea

Men ablaze catch the blade to end their misery

Another battle fought and lost, their ship

Goes under as we watch

The war that we wage, the price that we pay

For love of God and gold

We stake our claim, to what remains among

The spoils of war

Lead break

With the harbour lights so near

Shining of the sea

The winds of war are blowing so far away from me

Fortunes raised, men enslaved, for king and Country's need

Ships aflame, screams of pain to satisfy their greed

How many times must we go before we all

Know to say no