Luyện nghe bài hát A Leader On Losing Control

music and lyrics by Lund

I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to them wait
And I appealed to decency show mercy on this day
I issued strong orders on pain of death and disarray
But in the end they would not listen and raised their lances

Men of no account they were, breeding crude and low
With not a trace of wisdom, or virtue in their souls
Yet them long and hard I did to bend them to the crown
To act as tools of justice, follow edict handed

You see these were not militia men, a-fighting for homes
Nor fathers, nor husbands, sire, but foreigners on loan
Mercenary killers, soldiers to a man
Lashing out with vengeance one cannot or understand

I could not instill the discipline 'twas to inspire
And responded in the end to instincts of the basest kind
Now on my knee before you here, I my eyes in shame
Albeit little consolation my head for I'm to blame

O, so the leader on losing control