The Gathering

In your head you can hear your heart
Sweat run’s cold it’s all about to start
Life or death only seconds away
For king and country there’s a game to play
The hawks will fly, the doves will cry
The old wise ones stay at home
The young ones die
Come to the gathering
Have fun with a gun
Come to the gathering
Your day on the sun
In your soul you can feel the gear
In you mind all your demons appear
Could this be your glory day
Or just another number
When you’re blown away
For king and country there’s a game to play
The hawks will fly, the doves will cry
The old wise ones stay at home
The young ones die
Come to the gathering
Have fun with a gun
Come to the gathering
Your day on the sun
All the kids who won the day
Just bombed by the folks they saved
And all the people where you’re from
Don’t want you there
You’ve been gone too long
In your head you can hear your heart
Sweat run’s cold it’s all about to start
Life or death only seconds away
For king and country there’s a game to play
The hawks will fly, the doves will cry
The old wise ones stay at home
The young ones die
Come to the gathering
Have fun with a gun
Come to the gathering
Your day on the sun