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