The Brash
God wants you in service to him*
So leave your family behind
You suit up for war
And strap this gun to your side
Go in his good name
Use your faith as your shield
Fight for your belief
That your God is the truth
Never question all he asks of you
Those tears in your daughter's eyes
Wide as the sky and just as blue
"Daddy don't go, don't leave, don't die"
"Don't worry your head dear, I've got God on my side
I'm not gone for long, oh how those heathens will fall"
you take to the fight
the enemy is rife with sin
they push on and on
demons drive them from within
they come far too strong
good men fall under his eye
"what are our deaths for?
where are you?" you scream at the stars
you never questioned all he asks of you
you remember your daughter's eyes
those last words you said, now they're haunting you
"Daddy don't go, don't leave, don't die"
"Don't worry your head dear, I've got God on my side
I'm not gone for long, oh how those heathens will fall"
"Daddy don't go, don't leave, don't die"
the last thing she spoke as you left her side
your men are all falling and you're scared as hell
so you grab your gun, leave God's fight behind
you grab it, turn your back and run