In the fields of Poitiers
Resurgent and consuming
Then set against the Balkans
And cast from the gates of Vienna
But the flood waters always rise
And the flood never ends
The fields of battle are never empty
Simply waiting
For the next letting of blood
No one should forget the debt
Nor pretend
That is wasn't needed
To those who rose in the past
Their remnant spirits should not avert their gaze
From our failings
There is still time
To dam the "waters"
There needs to be a way to block the flood
Before nothing remains
