The Glorious Dead - Gorefest

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