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Song Of The Damned
Marching ahead...
We fought we bled
Into the fire we were led
There we sang the song of the damned
Like pawns on a chess board
For reasons unknown to us we shed blood
Through wars can men solve the problems of the world?
Slaves,soldiers,nobles and lords...
Every man is an aspiring king
A worshipper of that idol the "ME"
And when the conflict of interest arises...
We the damned are sent in
They teach us to be dependable
It's no secret we are expendable
That's why we're hidden away in caves and jungles
With perpetual fantasies of the inevitable
We all will fall we know
But ours will be sudden and violent
We smile as we soar through tracks unknown
For once our soul peaceful and silent
We're sent into the fields of battle
While they sit in round tables
To discuss peace and take statistics
When the victims are already in their caskets
Don't cry don't ask why
Ours is a lifetime of following orders
Until the day we finally die
And transcend this earthly boarder
Mama i'm leaving
My lover i'm gone
Don't know when i'll be returning
Till then it's knives,grenades and guns
Matching ahead...
We fought we bled
Into the fire we were led
There we sang the song of the damned
Selling our souls in defence
For this reason we were chosen hence
We must follow the rules and ethics
Even though the interest of few's what is often described as the collective
Day or night
Rain or shine
We're ready to fight
At anytime
Death can come abruptly
Who cares we're already dead
Towards danger we march constantly
Eyes mean,mercilless and red
Drowning in the blood we've spilled
We ourselves a victim of the curse
At night we hear the voices of men we've killed
In mockery calling out to us
Saying "soldiers are are nothing but mere men
We kill to live but then...
Beneath here's a place for all the damned
Descend come with me my friend
With all the pain and taunting visions
We must rise in courage and confidence
Even though our joy and victory's fated to sour
Men will say it was our finest hour
Marching ahead...
We fought we bled
Into the fire we were led
There we sang the song of the damned
We fought we bled
Into the fire we were led
There we sang the song of the damned
Like pawns on a chess board
For reasons unknown to us we shed blood
Through wars can men solve the problems of the world?
Slaves,soldiers,nobles and lords...
Every man is an aspiring king
A worshipper of that idol the "ME"
And when the conflict of interest arises...
We the damned are sent in
They teach us to be dependable
It's no secret we are expendable
That's why we're hidden away in caves and jungles
With perpetual fantasies of the inevitable
We all will fall we know
But ours will be sudden and violent
We smile as we soar through tracks unknown
For once our soul peaceful and silent
We're sent into the fields of battle
While they sit in round tables
To discuss peace and take statistics
When the victims are already in their caskets
Don't cry don't ask why
Ours is a lifetime of following orders
Until the day we finally die
And transcend this earthly boarder
Mama i'm leaving
My lover i'm gone
Don't know when i'll be returning
Till then it's knives,grenades and guns
Matching ahead...
We fought we bled
Into the fire we were led
There we sang the song of the damned
Selling our souls in defence
For this reason we were chosen hence
We must follow the rules and ethics
Even though the interest of few's what is often described as the collective
Day or night
Rain or shine
We're ready to fight
At anytime
Death can come abruptly
Who cares we're already dead
Towards danger we march constantly
Eyes mean,mercilless and red
Drowning in the blood we've spilled
We ourselves a victim of the curse
At night we hear the voices of men we've killed
In mockery calling out to us
Saying "soldiers are are nothing but mere men
We kill to live but then...
Beneath here's a place for all the damned
Descend come with me my friend
With all the pain and taunting visions
We must rise in courage and confidence
Even though our joy and victory's fated to sour
Men will say it was our finest hour
Marching ahead...
We fought we bled
Into the fire we were led
There we sang the song of the damned
Published 16th Sep 2013
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16th Sep 2013 1:52pm
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16th Sep 2013 5:18pm
Takes me back to my undergrad days, as a member of the Central American Response Network and finding out how the so called "bastion of freedom" was not only training soldiers in the area to overthrow democratically elected leaders but was bombing areas in which journalists were living. Also evokes songs by both Jackson Browne and Dire Straits.
17th Sep 2013 4:14pm
It's crime when a nobody does it,but it's ok in the name of the state. Thank you for spicing the tale.
17th Sep 2013 6:04pm
18th Sep 2013 2:07pm
17th Sep 2013 6:21pm
