The ‘Old Ones’ beat their sagging chest;

they seek an enemy they can best.

But they won’t fight, they are too old;

The blood in them has long run cold.

So, now, they’ll sacrifice their child;

dream of the days when they ran wild.

They fought in battles long and hard;

returning home forever scarred.

And now their children, proud and free,

torn like their fathers they soon will be.