Listen,
children, to a story that was written long ago
About a kingdom on a mountain and a valley far below
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath the stone
And the valley people swore they'd have it for their burial
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven,
justifies in the end
There won't be any trump less knowing come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after her,
one tin soldier rides away
So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure,
tons of gold for which they kill
Came an answer from the kingdom,
with our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
all the riches buried there
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven,
justifies in the end
There won't be any trump less knowing come the judgment day
On the bloody morning
after her,
one tin soldier rides away
Now the valley cried with anger,
mount your horses,
draw your sword
And they killed the mountain people,
so they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain,
dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it,
peace on earth was all it said
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven,
justifies in the end
There won't be any trump less knowing come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after her,
one tin soldier rides away
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven,
justifies in the end
There won't be any trump less knowing come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after her,
one tin soldier rides away
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend