Chords for "Dogs of War" - by Ken Theriot

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Forgive me now, O bleeding piece of earth, I make this vow, thou [C] noblest man of birth.
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These butchers will not [Dm] win the day, But I must measure [Gm] what I say,
Lest they may [Eb] see and silence me. _ _
[Dm] Over thy course I make this prophecy, _ Without remorse what fury [C] there shall be.
_ [Bb]
The empty womb, [Dm] the mourning weeds, All pity choked with [G] deadly deeds,
Revenge will [Eb] tell, come hot from hell.
[A] Woe to the hand that [Dm] shed this blood, [A] Woe to the land [Dm] caught in the flood,
[F] The tide of times [Eb] will wash away their choice.
A [A] curse shall light the [Dm] limbs of men, And [A] strife shall smite [Dm] beyond their ken,
[F] When spirits [Eb] calling with a monarch's voice, [Dm] Cry, Havoc, _ [C] and let slip the [Dm] dogs of war. _ _ _ _
Gentles and friends, I pray lend me your ears,
As grief descends, let there be [C] time for tears.
_ [Bb]
I come to bury, [Dm] not to praise, Evil lives on [Gm] beyond our days,
And all good [Eb] word is oft interred. _
Good [Dm] men have slept, and better men have died,
The king has wept, when that the [C] poor have cried.
[Bb] What cause withholds you [Dm] then to care?
My heart is in the [Gm] coffin there,
So bear with [Eb] me, till it goes free.
_ [A] Woe to the hand that [Dm] shed this blood, [A] Woe to the land [Dm] caught in the flood,
[F] The tide of times [Eb] will wash away their choice.
A [A] curse shall light the [Dm] limbs of men, And [A] strife shall smite [Dm] beyond their ken,
[F] When spirits calling [Eb] with a monarch's voice, [Dm] Cry, Havoc, _ [C] and let slip the [Dm] dogs of war. _ _ _
T'would be unkind if I sought to inspire, Your heart and mind to [C] mutiny and ire.
_ [Bb]
I should do men of [Dm] honor wrong, And so I choose to [Gm] go along,
To wrong the [Eb] dead on my own head. _
It [Dm] is not meat that you should ever learn, The love complete that worthies [C] would not spurn.
_ [Bb]
You are not wood, you [Dm] are not stone, But being men could [Gm] you have known just what you [Eb] had,
And not run mad.
Woe [A] to the hand that shed [Dm] this blood, [A] Woe to the land caught [Dm] in the flood,
[F] The tide of times [Eb] will wash away their _ choice.
A [A] curse shall light the limbs [Dm] of men, And [A] strife shall smite beyond [Dm] their ken,
[F] When spirits [Eb] calling with a monarch's voice, [Dm] Cry, Havoc, _ [C] and let slip the [Dm] dogs of war. _ _ _ _
I'd come not, friends, to steal away your hearts, And all my ends are far beyond [C] my arts.
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They gave me public [Dm] leave to speak, For in this matter [Gm] I am weak,
And they are [Eb] strong, but they are wrong. _
I [Dm] have no wit, nor words, nor worth but woe, And I admit no more than [C] what you know.
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But had I now the [Dm] power of speech, To stir men's blood, to [Gm] rouse and teach,
Then let there [Eb] be a mutiny.
_ [A] Woe to the hand that shed [Dm] this blood, [A] Woe to the land [Dm] caught in the flood,
[F] The tide of times [Eb] will wash away their _ choice.
A [A] curse shall light the limbs [Dm] of men, And [A] strife shall smite beyond [Dm] their ken,
[F] When spirits calling [Eb] with a monarch's voice, [Dm] Cry, Havoc, _ [C] and let slip the [Dm] dogs of war.
Cry, Havoc, _ [C] _
and let slip the [Dm] dogs of war. _
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