[Verse 1]
And so his epic began
With the touch of pen to paper
Had he forfeit liberty?
Was equality greater, oh?
His blameless head
His blameless head

[Verse 2]
And what of my tale?
Would it ever be sung?
Could I live through the war?
To spill the words from my tongue?
Or would we both end up dead?
Would we both end up dead?

[Verse 3]
Was it worse to bid farewell than to watch him fall?
Was his life worth ten others, ten others
Killed with merciless gall?
We'd learn to paint the sands red
We'd learn to paint them red

[Verse 4]
Would my hand be steady now
To commit, to commit this awful task?
We'd learn to paint the sands red
Spew forward heated shells
From the trigger, from the trigger in my grasp
We'd learn to paint the sands red
[Outro]
His blameless head
Would we both end up dead?
We'd learn to paint the sands red