Letra de Prisoners of circumstance

And so it was planned that morning.
An armed attack, units forging.
"Cannons, fire at will and halt escape. We´ll help them if we can,
prisoners of circumstance."
A few arrived - weak, torn, tongue tied.
They told of eyes desperate and blind.
" Please now send troops. They´re dying in the fields. We´ve seen
the view."
Haste on this mile has formed our constant reprise, it´s given
promise for now.
We took the hill, men they laid still.
And in the ground spirit flags found.
"Hands up prisoners of circumstance. We´ll get you out alive but
you´ve got to fight."
Help us if you can, arm our minds.
Concede to solid plans of first desires