歌曲 | Army Of The Damned |
歌手 | Pythia |
专辑 | Army Of The Damned |
Mortes manus animus Deus | |
We are the army of the damned | |
Men of a far forgotten land | |
Thousands of years have passed us by | |
And still you will hear our cry | |
We left our homes to fight this war | |
We don't remember what ‘twas for | |
Still we advance both day and night | |
Until the time comes to fight | |
And so they flee from us, our kindred and our kin | |
They will not stand for us and all that we have been | |
The blood will flow from us forever and a day | |
Our oaths are broken by their sins | |
We gave up all that we could give | |
So that our children could but live | |
We march forever to the drum | |
Of battle that will not come | |
We hear our lovers cry, though they are dead and gone | |
We hear our comrades sing that everlasting song | |
We cannot feel the sun though morning has just come | |
We are but shadows of the past | |
Will we find forgiveness, will we? | |
Will we find forgiveness, will we? | |
Have mercy on us Father forgive all these men | |
Who cannot feel the sun though morning has just come | |
We are but shadows of the past. | |
We are the army of the damned | |
Men of a far forgotten land | |
What I would give to see her face | |
And love her once more | |
Brian Blessed recites Siegfried Sassoon’s poem | |
Suicide In The Trenches | |
I knew a simple soldier boy | |
Who grinned at life in empty joy, | |
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, | |
And whistled early with the lark. | |
In winter trenches, cowed and glum, | |
With crumps and lice and lack of rum, | |
He put a bullet through his brain. | |
No one spoke of him again. | |
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye | |
Who cheer when soldier lads march by, | |
Sneak home and pray you'll never know | |
The hell where youth and laughter go. |
Mortes manus animus Deus | |
We are the army of the damned | |
Men of a far forgotten land | |
Thousands of years have passed us by | |
And still you will hear our cry | |
We left our homes to fight this war | |
We don' t remember what ' twas for | |
Still we advance both day and night | |
Until the time comes to fight | |
And so they flee from us, our kindred and our kin | |
They will not stand for us and all that we have been | |
The blood will flow from us forever and a day | |
Our oaths are broken by their sins | |
We gave up all that we could give | |
So that our children could but live | |
We march forever to the drum | |
Of battle that will not come | |
We hear our lovers cry, though they are dead and gone | |
We hear our comrades sing that everlasting song | |
We cannot feel the sun though morning has just come | |
We are but shadows of the past | |
Will we find forgiveness, will we? | |
Will we find forgiveness, will we? | |
Have mercy on us Father forgive all these men | |
Who cannot feel the sun though morning has just come | |
We are but shadows of the past. | |
We are the army of the damned | |
Men of a far forgotten land | |
What I would give to see her face | |
And love her once more | |
Brian Blessed recites Siegfried Sassoon' s poem | |
Suicide In The Trenches | |
I knew a simple soldier boy | |
Who grinned at life in empty joy, | |
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, | |
And whistled early with the lark. | |
In winter trenches, cowed and glum, | |
With crumps and lice and lack of rum, | |
He put a bullet through his brain. | |
No one spoke of him again. | |
You smugfaced crowds with kindling eye | |
Who cheer when soldier lads march by, | |
Sneak home and pray you' ll never know | |
The hell where youth and laughter go. |