Let's bless the stable, free and proud,
don't stop to question where or why.
The troops march on into the crowd,
the old say things to do or die.
Mirror,mirror on the wall,
a fire's burning in the hall...
There's ravens wheeling in our tears,
dogs crack their bones inside our throats,
there are some things that arms can't heal
and can't be stopped by fearful thoughts.
Mirror,mirror on the wall,
a fire's burning in the hall,
and hounds are calling in the night...
What's cheap and easy has its bite,
the world's aflame with freedom's cost.
To take up arms is just to fight?
This war is won, this war is lost.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
a fire's burning in the hall
and hounds are calling in the night.
I'll not go down without a fight.