full lyrics:

every war

the same hard-way-learned lessons

buried under the lies

subtle the spaces

between written and witnessed

where the true story hides

hail not the victors

they’ll be emperors naked

in the eyes of Time’s spies

masters of map lines

their portraits over-painted

when new masters revise

so many soldiers

so few battlefield glories

so at random their side

pity the Blueskins

charging saddled in terror

on whom Washingtons ride