Ten Thousand Men

Trumpets begin to shatter the hills with lust
Rain pounces upon stones, steel, and the dust
Thunder cracks, lighting blinks into air in silence
The wind crashes, branches bending in defiance
Ten thousand blades ring from ten thousand sheathes
Ten thousand feet marching through a million leaves
Ten thousand souls following only one man's lead
Ten thousand rejoice, or ten thousand will weep

Ten thousand men meet ten thousand men
Ten thousand as one, never seen again
Twenty thousand sound, twenty thousand cry
Ten thousand will die, ten thousand survive
Five thousand a side, ten thousand will clash
Five thousand more will be dead on their backs
Ten thousand souls following only one man's lead
Ten thousand rejoice, or ten thousand will weep

Twenty thousand there was, five thousand remain
A quarter host for each, and nothing will change
Trumpets still sound, the hills covered in red
How many fathers lay in them, how many dead?
Two and a half thousand now stand on for all
And still they slash on, every man will stand tall
Twenty thousand men, they all followed one...
...But ten thousand minus ten thousand still equals none...