The Glorious Dead

I may did all sort of things

I did it for my society

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

For ideals that weren't yours, the glorious dead

Misguidance was your undoing

Death stares you in the face

Memories, past times flash by

As they declare you dead

For God and the country we raised our heads

Who remembers our name, the glorious dead?