Gorefest The Glorious Dead
Blood on your hands as you put them Near the hole in your chest. Where the bullet struck and threw you Flat into the mud. "Come on lads" the bastards soon will be defeated God is on our side was what you heard When all went black For god and the country we raise our heads All real heroes die the glorious dead From this point of view it all looks very different As you cough up blood and an intense cold Runs up your spine No one ever told you that it could be like this Dehumanised, no respect for life, you want to cry For god and the country we raise our heads Or ideals that weren't yours the glorious dead Misguidence was your undoing Death stares you in the face Memories, past times flash by As they declare you dead For god and the country you raised your head Who remembers your name the glorious dead
