Single from the upcoming White Crone album "Prognosticator"

The Conscript is a somber conversation between a mother and her son in an unnamed medieval village as the young man is being conscripted into war. The music pivots between Progressive and Power Metal, with a galloping rhythm and a time signature based on Fibonacci numbers in the verses.

This song is dedicated to all conscripts, and to those brave refuseniks who risk all to not participate in war.

Lisa Mann- vocals, bass guitar, guitars
Larry London- drums

Written by Lisa Mann
Produced by Lisa Mann & Kevin Hahn
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Kevin Hahn at Opal Studio
Graphic art: Jen Taylor, VividPix & Design
Image is a miniature painting from the 13th c. Morgan Picture Bible
Visualizer by Randall Hammer

www.whitecrone.com

Lyrics:

(Mother): Morning sunrise brings a stranger riding
Through the village, bearing fearful tidings
War drums sounding in the distant valley
King's men coming for our sons to rally

None will escape from the fray
Death will await those who run away
Soon they'll be coming to take you away

(Son): Fear not mother, what this king commanded
I am skillful, with my sword sure-handed
Your hands tremble as I pull them to me
Be thou hopeful for our fortunes to be

None will escape from the fray
Death awaits those who stand in my way
Look- they have come to take me away

(Mother): I stand watching as our boys go riding
Hoof beats pounding and a dust cloud rising
(Son): Looking back now, how my heart is yearning
Ever knowing that I'm not returning

None did escape from the fray
(Mother): Cold are the fields where their bodies lay
(Both): Death has come to take you/me away

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