On the Plains was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone
And Vavardi people swore
They'd have it for their very own
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Kingdom
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
So the people of Vavardi
Sent a message to the plains
Asking for the buried treasure
Or they'd set the steppe to flames.
It came an answer from the Plains
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our steppe
All the riches buried there
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Now Vavard it cried with anger
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the Charalin people
So they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure
On the steppe, dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
"Peace on Urth" was all it said
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Kingdom
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Kingdom
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
