Their only hope is to defend against the wars that will not end.
History repeats with no apparent shame,
Playtime's over, time to train.
Little boy with pointed lath, and trash can cover shield,
Chase shadows in the alley,
Kill dragons in the field.
Joust with dreams and watch the old ones marching in the past,
See the farthest side of Never. Listen for the awful blast.
Be patient little boy and practice.
We’re making your war ready now.