Where are you going my son
    To war, To war a soldier am I
    Why are you going my young son
    To fight, to fight for those without rights
    How are you going my son
    By might, by might no never by spite
    Where are you going my young son,
    To battle, to battle my stake to earn
    Why are you going my son
    for glory, for glory my honor to claim
    Stay, stay my fine young son
    I can't my father, of choices I have none
    There's fighting among us,
    and I'm of the chosen
    ones.