To Arms, To Arms

[nightwing]

To arms, To arms
To arms he said,
As he stood so high
Take to your swords,
And run to the skies.

We gathered together,
Our hearts they race,
Fire had touched,
All things out of place.

Their screams,
Their chants,
Their cries in hell,
Had echoed throughout,
This commodious cell.

Foes they were,
When they ran through the flames,
Swords and guns met,
And the creatures were tamed.

A sudden burst,
Broke through this nest,
A bloody greeting,
As it came to my chest.

The air was thin,
My head, so light,
Deaths hand to greet,
As I fell from the fight.

Falling to the floor,
With the flames so serene,
How I'd never thought,
I would fall at 19.

To Arms To Arms,
Hoorah, Hoorah,
Old Glory In Flames,
To Shangri-la.