A Soldier's Oath

1 week ago by @shuttlebat

Liner Notes

Between fantasy books, SCA melee fighting, and LARP battles, I have a fairly romanticized view of what historic warfare was like. This song has a lot of that in it - the average foot soldier, one far away from the ideals and diplomacy that causes a conflict, who believes in the cause he is shown and goes to fight.

It's a mash between the @falconbridge classic Forsaking All other's, Michael Kelly's Unbroken, and a whole lot of feelings that I've had when taking the field for pretend war.

Lyrics

My sword for your battles, my feet for your march
My shield to protect what I can
My breath for the battle cry, true as our arrows fly
Til vict’ry guides us home again

I stand tall and steady, I’ve trained and I’ve bled
I follow your orders and go where I’m led
I chose this army, I made your wars mine
I fight for your cause standing on the front line

My sword for your battles, my feet for your march
My shield to protect what I can
My breath for the battle cry, true as our arrows fly
Til vict’ry guides us home again

I know not of war rooms or generals or kings
I know not of power, the struggle it brings
But I know our people, and I know our ways
And if others should challenge, it’ll be them that pays

My sword for your battles, my feet for your march
My shield to protect what I can
My breath for the battle cry, true as our arrows fly
Til vict’ry guides us home again

We live by the border, our nights full of fear
I’ve watched as the marching battalions draw near
The latch on the door won’t keep out the foe
So off to the warfield with courage I go

My sword for your battles, my feet for your march
My shield to protect what I can
My breath for the battle cry, true as our arrows fly
Til vict’ry guides us home again

I’m handed my armor, it’s weight hard to bear
Its strength will defend me, or so they all swear
My speartip is sharpened, dagger at my side
We leave for the warfront with the morningtide

My sword for your battles, my feet for your march
My shield to protect what I can
My breath for the battle cry, true as our arrows fly
Til vict’ry guides us home again

I am not a poet, to entreat your soul
To speak of this war, of its need and its toll
I have just my hands, and the will to believe
That this fighting will end in a peaceful reprieve

My sword for your battles, my feet for your march
My shield to protect what I can
My breath for the battle cry, true as our arrows fly
Til vict’ry guides us home again

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