Sounds of Violence

Hello broadsword my old friend
I've come to fight with you again
Because the sounds of battle ringing
In my ears has me singing
And the rock that I have instead of a brain
Still remains
I love the sounds of violence

In tournaments I fight alone
I leave my melee gear at home
But when I go down to the Punic War
I often fight in groups of five or more
When my friend was stabbed by an eastern spear in the head
He was dead
Touched by the sounds of violence

A thousand footmen waging war
A hundred archers maybe more
Pikemen thrusting from the second row
Shieldwall dying, they're the first to go
Skirmishers can harry the enemy flank
They've got the rank
And love the sounds of violence

Foolishly I pressed ahead
I'd be a hero or be dead
A belted fighter tried to teach me
With his polearm he just might reach me
But my Broadsword like a violent hailstorm fell
It Done Well!
It caused the sounds of violence

and the soldiers fell and died
Before the advancing crimson tide
And we shouted out our battle cry
We would conquer or we we'd die
And words of the bards will be written on the victory walls
And stand tall
Within the sounds of violence

Orig Paul Simon - Adapted words and arrangement Vollsanger
(c) iws 2016