When silence is the answer

Around the campfires the talk is of war
Voices are raised “what will we fight for?”
Gathered in this sacred field we drink and we fight
Weapons are drawn each and every night
Yet blood flows but from the wrong men
Instead of enemies we fight our own kin

And the men grow restive
When silence is the answer

Each night we ask the question
We spill the blood, we say the words
Each day we listen to the wind
We do a blot and raise a horn
Yet silence is the answer
We see no signs, we feel no will

And the men grow restive
When silence is the answer

Amidst the dark oaks, we learn our own weakness
Our blood boils and our friends become enemies
The bonds are broken, the storm has come

When silence is the answer

Give us a war worth fighting for
War God

The sky is bright, the sun looks down
We see the ravens up high, we know they watch
Our blood calls for battle
Our hearts for our hearth
We wait for the sign
We just wish to prove our worth

Give us a war, war God
Give us a war worth fighting for,
War God
Give us a war, war God
Give us a war worth fighting for,
War God

Each night we ask the question
We spill the blood, we say the words
Each day we listen to the wind
We do a blot and raise a horn

Give us a war, war God
Give us a war worth fighting for,
War God

The sky is bright the sun looks down
We see the ravens up high, we know they watch
Our blood calls for battle
Our hearts for our hearth
We wait for the sign
We just wish to prove our worth

We say our words unto the winds
Yet silence is the answer

Give us a war worth fighting for
War God
Give us a war worth fighting for