Hail to thee,
Bloodied Sovereign
Wind-Waked Warrior
standing tall
with knees bloodied
feet deep in the mud
to the blood I sing your praises
to the tune of my own heart’s beat
dancing out a prelude to war
to the life that flows within me
I look to find your face written
in the currents of deep red rivers
in blood we begin
and in blood we end
in the movement, I look for life
in the stillness, I see the end
through the muck
and the tears
and the sweat
and the blood
I watch you march onwards
ever your mind on the prize
in blood, as in earth
movement is life
to stop is to die
standing tall
walking far
leading your troops onward
hail to you,
Wind-Waked Sovereign
Bloodied Warrior
the drummer
to my own heart’s
beat.