Tale from the Old West (Going Down)

Beneath his crushing feat he accepted his fast arriving fate
And to the armies beat the meek fled on shaken feet
But he’ll stand tall

Retain some fleeting grace
On the spot he will fall

"Run" screamed a young soldier/ In case he didn’t know to do that
"Stand your post,” shouted the General, weeping without crying as his heart cracked
Lonely general on a busy hill, grabs the young soldier fleeing away from being a enemy kill
"Stand your post!" he orders to the soul in his grasp
"Why" cried the bewildered blond star boy, “ our chances are capped ”?

The captain let go and stood alone
He looked below
Should he run, should he go, he just didn’t know
The wind blew hard,
The grass tickled the faces of the dead who picked the death tarot card

Should they stand or run, hide or front
They were doomed either way
There was nowhere to cover
Here coming was the devils lover

Going down
Going down now
Going down
Going down now

In the distant, beneath the weeping heavens and the thunderous claps of sky
Marched forward a force far more frightening than the feelings of death shy

towards the small town herded a black wall of men
Devil upon devil, swaying and drifting down the beautiful, heavenly peaceful glen

His people only crime being in the way
No means to fight the greed that the devil pays

Going down
Going down now
Going down
Going down now

Such a lonely, lonely, lonely time

Going down now

Bernard the simple teacher made general
A war stopped the destiny he had to fill
A war blocked the road

Bernard taught medicine as a life line
He had the cure to ensure us a life fine
But of course man has this way
Of destroying the best of us every day
every man, woman and child were called to arms,
Bernard the simple teacher made general
They hadn’t a chance, the men of the mystic west were champions of war and no small band would break a sweat in their goal of absolute rule

Looking into a time that might have pasted I can see what Bernard would have been,
Should have done if not man urge for the counter strike destruction to all the unique wonders it can create,
A world where love just doesn’t conquer hate
Just think how history may have been
All those chances we should have seen


Bernard lies dead
He’s life changing cures never written, never read
All he’s good flowing out his head as the blood turns the earth beauty red

We’re going down