We came to scorch the earth then hang ourselves,
Casual beyond reproach the cruel ones never boast.
On to the sea, burn Athens to the ground!
The summer heat did half our work,
But Sherman still was proud.
We won't stop blackening hearts,
Galloping off to the next town,
Clearing a swath,
Making sure all the fires clear well....
Toeing the line,
Biding our time,
Mocking their side as we see them.
Fighting them off,
Galloping on to the next town!