Who's to tell. (Ljóð)

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Who's to tell.

In the weirdest of places,

who's to tell the tale.

Their tear swollen faces

that look just too pale.

 

God has chosen a nation,

swinging their mighty sword.

Ruling their occupation

who's to tell the lord.

 

Who's to tell the story,

of war that's grows so fast.

That gives hearts the glory,

to beat as one at last.

 

My hope shall always live,

and never will I pause.

So gladly I would give,

my life to such a cause.

 

Their eyes are blind,

and never will unfold.

Action far from kind,

forever remain untold.