A Call to Arms
Pass the word, it's a call to arms.
Midnight men at your door.
Blackened faces, run in the night.
Day break under the floor.
Bring my bow, fill my hand with flame.
We must let them know, that the torch is lit again.
Crystallize the pain behind your eyes.
Are you ready to fight?
You hear the drum and run for your life.
Sweet avalon, the heat is on.
In other words, I hope and pray.
That time and tide wash the hate away.
A simple man,
A man with simple thoughts.
Will turn to force as a last resort.
All around us chaos reigns.
Buildings crumbling down.
Silohouetes, in the fiery rain.
Timbers crash to the ground.
Bring my spear, invested with my youth.
Bring the children near, they must now be told the truth.
Old and young, and those of foreign tongue,
Are you ready to fight?
You hear the drum and run for your life.
Sweet avalon, the heat is on.
In other words, I hope and pray
That time and tide wash the hate away.
A simple man,
A man with simple thoughts.
Will turn to force as a last resort.
In other words, I hope and pray
That time and tide wash the hate away.
A simple man with simple thoughts.
Will turn to force as a last resort...
Midnight men at your door.
Blackened faces, run in the night.
Day break under the floor.
Bring my bow, fill my hand with flame.
We must let them know, that the torch is lit again.
Crystallize the pain behind your eyes.
Are you ready to fight?
You hear the drum and run for your life.
Sweet avalon, the heat is on.
In other words, I hope and pray.
That time and tide wash the hate away.
A simple man,
A man with simple thoughts.
Will turn to force as a last resort.
All around us chaos reigns.
Buildings crumbling down.
Silohouetes, in the fiery rain.
Timbers crash to the ground.
Bring my spear, invested with my youth.
Bring the children near, they must now be told the truth.
Old and young, and those of foreign tongue,
Are you ready to fight?
You hear the drum and run for your life.
Sweet avalon, the heat is on.
In other words, I hope and pray
That time and tide wash the hate away.
A simple man,
A man with simple thoughts.
Will turn to force as a last resort.
In other words, I hope and pray
That time and tide wash the hate away.
A simple man with simple thoughts.
Will turn to force as a last resort...
Credits
Writer(s): B Robertson, Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Christopher Neil, Anthony Banks
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