Testo High Ground

Mid of nineteenth century
Texas vets have idle feet
Contradicting policies
North sets the indentured free
South will not end slavery
Mason Dixon line secedes
Sumter falls to Confederacy
As Lincoln tries to intervene
Unwavering faith in the Lord
Will feed the machine of this war

Separating bone from flesh
Degradates and then disperse
Powder, grape and canister
Rains down death from overhead
First you bleed and then retreat
High ground that we cannot breach
Driven back from cannon volleys
Musket fire and constant bombings

At the mercy of opposed
Forces that make you remorse Keep your faith in the Lord
To lead the fight in this war

Direct offensive deemed senseless
Work their flank through wilderness
McClellan was afraid to press
Pushed back by inferior forces
Richmond is now under siege
Davis has recalled Longstreet
Stuart nowhere to be seen
Last hours of insurgency

At the mercy of opposed
Forces that make you remorse
We lost our wall of stone
And it cost us the price of this war