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.