Testo di Ploughs to Rust, Swords to Dust

Some men they fight these wars For flag, faith, and nation Some women they fight these wars For love, verse, and labour Yet the devouring earth Upon that fateful day Will spit out their bones And have its final say Ploughs to rust Swords to dust Thus ever to tyrants Ploughs to rust Swords to dust Thus ever to tyrants If these are the last Hours we have on earth One embrace before Death's martyred release From the gaols chapel At dawn, I'll march to die The firing squad will grant To me no peace Ploughs to rust Swords to dust Thus ever to tyrants Ploughs to rust Swords to dust Thus ever to tyrants Rougher than death, this road I choose Yet shall my feet not walk astray Through dark, my way not lose For this way is the darkest way All things are in one Heaven and the pit Darkness and the Sun And the infinite We are We will stare Into We stare into the Sun