One day soon:

We are gonna have to think about things in this stark reality:

Axes flash, broadsword swing,

Shining armour’s piercing ring

Horses run with polished shield,

Fight Those Bastards till They Yield

Midnight mare and blood red roan,

Fight to Keep this Land Your Own

Sound the horn and call the cry,

How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Follow orders as you’re told,

Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold

Fight until you die or drop,

A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop

Close your mind to stress and pain,

Fight till You’re No Longer Sane

Let not one damn cur pass by,

How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guard your women and children well,

Send These Bastards Back to Hell

We’ll teach them the ways of war,

They Won’t Come Here Any More

Use your shield and use your head,

Fight till Every One is Dead

Raise the flag up to the sky,

How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Dawn has broke, the time has come,

Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum

We’ll win the war and pay the toll,

We’ll Fight as One in Heart and Soul

Midnight mare and blood red roan,

Fight to Keep this Land Your Own

Sound the horn and call the cry,

How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

The weapons are different today than they were in the 16 and 1700's. The song was written in 1980. But the reference is old. Very old.

 They had it in them then, do you have it in you today?  'Cause likely, soon, the time will come when yer gonna have to decide if it is in you or not.

And that is gonna determine your future. Serf or Citizen? They are eroding your rights and freedoms by stealth and incrementalism..... What are you gonna do when they become open and quick about it? When they come for your freedom and the tools by which you ensure it?

Think now, Decide now. Find your line now. 

While you can.........While you have the time to do so.

Before you must.