Text: Decemberists. The King Is Dead. This Is Why We Fight.

Come the war, come the avarice
Come the war, come hell
Come attrition, come the reek of bones
Come attrition, come hell

And this is why, why we fight, why we lie awake
This is why, this is why we fight
When we die we will die with our arms unbound
This is why, this is why we fight, come hell

Bride of quiet, bride of all unquiet things
Bride of quiet, bride of hell
Come the archers, come the infantry
Come the archers of hell

This is why, why we fight, why we lie awake
This is why, this is why we fight
And when we die we will die with our arms unbound
This is why, this is why we fight, come hell, come hell

This is why, why we fight, why we lie awake
This is why, this is why we fight
When we die we will die with our arms unbound
This is why, this is why we fight

So come to me, come to me now, lay your arms around me
This is why, this is why we fight, come hell, come hell

Come hell, come hell