Difference between revisions of "Anthem for a Doomed Youth"

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When the call came out I answered strong<br />
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The call came out and I answered strong<br />
 
For Patria rose I up<br />
 
For Patria rose I up<br />
 
I knew not what she would demand<br />
 
I knew not what she would demand<br />
 
When I partook of this trembling cup
 
When I partook of this trembling cup
  
When my bounden duty was I taught to do<br />
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My bounden duty was I taught to do<br />
They bestowed on me a helm<br />
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And accoutred with a helm<br />
 
The rifle's crucifer was I sent forth<br />
 
The rifle's crucifer was I sent forth<br />
 
Into the killing realm
 
Into the killing realm
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Out of the ground we crawl like ants<br />
 
Out of the ground we crawl like ants<br />
 
The foeman takes his aim<br />
 
The foeman takes his aim<br />
Cut down as the grass of the field, I will die<br />
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Cut down like the grass of the field, I will die<br />
 
In the mud from whence I came
 
In the mud from whence I came
  

Latest revision as of 16:58, 15 May 2009

The call came out and I answered strong
For Patria rose I up
I knew not what she would demand
When I partook of this trembling cup

My bounden duty was I taught to do
And accoutred with a helm
The rifle's crucifer was I sent forth
Into the killing realm

When with the foe we fought and slew
We communed there in the mud
Our bodies were the Eucharist
And our baptism our blood

God, please help me
I'm at your mercy
Don't want to be here
Don't want to die here

God, please save me
I'm at your mercy
Don't want to see this
Don't want to be this

Pain
I've been hit, but I keep on wading through this pit
Cage
I've been caught, watching helpless as my friends get shot
Dragged
Far away to the darkest parts of society
Tagged
Like sheep, around here human life is cheap

Out of the ground we crawl like ants
The foeman takes his aim
Cut down like the grass of the field, I will die
In the mud from whence I came

No requiem for these boys who fall
But the gunfire's constant rattle
No prayers are said here for the dead
For these men who die as cattle