You say that I am a tribute to my race
But I bet you say the same thing to the General's face
I heard him say sometimes you bleed the bed
But sister, I don't give a damn about anything he said
Because the old world is falling
And freedom is calling us out
There's smoke on the horizon, and bullets underfoot
Crossbow arrows hanging from the willows by the brook
A lady's body floating, she's wearing nothing underneath
And the shawl covering her face was woven in deceit
Still the old world is falling
And freedom is calling us out
So lover, follow me, I've got a pistol on each hip
Please just don't ask me how I got this limp
God, he has a way to bring a body to himself
Better a pain in my leg than a lifetime spent in hell
We will cross the border now, a company in arms
Our forces are growing by the hour, no cause for alarm
But I won't leave you alone with these wicked boys
I know what they say by the campfire, don't believe the noise
Because the old world is falling
And freedom is calling
Yes, the old world has fallen
And freedom is calling us out