Nothing More Cruel - Mars

There was a girl with blood in her hair
Who lived on a mountain of Vanity Fair
But she was above it
And the commoners told of her fame
She sang to the children who played by her door
And told them of lovers, and poets, and wars
As the rocks and the hills and the forests
All called her by name

She fought back the wolves till November
And gave them the Winter to run
Shattered their steel, and brought back the rise of the sun
She picked up her arms for the people
And left them all asking what for
But still do they fall to their knees for the goddess of war

Do you remember the days long ago
When the rivers ran red, and the sun never shone
And the land stank of fever
And only the devil survived
But then came this goddess with rifle in hand
And drove out the demons and dark from the land
And she picked up her children
And put back the light in their eyes

She fought back the wolves till November
And gave them the Winter to run
Shattered their steel, and brought back the rise of the sun
She picked up her arms for the people
And left them all asking what for
But still do they fall to their knees for the goddess of war

Should my body bow to the hangman's lie
Or the reaper give call, and my heart give reply
Then will I sing of the conqueror's eyes
Who put peace in my mind just to know her
And dearly I want her to know

She fought back the wolves till November
And gave them the Winter to run
Shattered their steel, and brought back the rise of the sun
She picked up her arms for this beggar
Who'd never known better before
But still does he fall to his knees for the godess of war
In awe will I fall to my knees for the godess of war

Written by:
Daniel Horton, Mariana Sandoval

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