Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.

Where are the ancient cities,
that once hath housed the kings of old?
The kings of old are over now,
like an old forgotten dream.

Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.

Where are the pilgrims of Egypt?
Forced out by a cruel pharaoh.
Where is our modern Moses?
For we surely need one now.

Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.

‘Come home with this shield or on it’
said the spartan to her son,
where are these heroes today?
Where do these warriors fall?

Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.

So the spartan went to war,
and he died heroically.
The spartan woman cried her tears,
and then she turned away.






















Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.

Through the struggles and suffering,
humanity has stood.
Through the timeless perils,
humanity ignored.

Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.

Men are not our only heroes.
Women not our only hope.
Throughout the ages man has proved,
its stamina and fought hard evermore.

Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.

Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where are the warrior’s shouts?
Where is the ancient ring of stones,
cracked, in rubble, and overgrown.