Medieval Lyrics - James

Caught in the long grass, got separated from his company 

Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemy 

Their uniforms were black not brown, they marched to a different step 

But he soon tuned in to their frequency 

By shifting up one fret 

But the one thing that united them 

Was they all had life to give 

But it wasn't their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may live 

We are sound, we are sound, we are sound 

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Set them marching, stop them thinking 

Psyche them up with your will 

Stir them up with frantic rhythm 

Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill kill 

We are sound we are sound we are sound 

Photos 

Back in human form, skin tight uniform, caught upon the barbed wire 

Back in human form, skin tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wire 

The wire 

We are sound