Difference between revisions of "Anthem for a Doomed Youth"
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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 | ||
| − | + | My bounden duty was I taught to do<br /> | |
| − | + | And accoutred with a helm<br /> | |
| − | + | The rifle's crucifer was I sent forth<br /> | |
Into the killing realm | Into the killing realm | ||
| − | When with the foe we fought and | + | When with the foe we fought and slew<br /> |
We communed there in the mud<br /> | We communed there in the mud<br /> | ||
Our bodies were the Eucharist<br /> | Our bodies were the Eucharist<br /> | ||
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Pain<br /> | Pain<br /> | ||
| − | I've been | + | I've been hit, but I keep on wading through this pit<br /> |
Cage<br /> | Cage<br /> | ||
| − | I've been caught, watching | + | I've been caught, watching helpless as my friends get shot<br /> |
Dragged<br /> | Dragged<br /> | ||
Far away to the darkest parts of society<br /> | Far away to the darkest parts of society<br /> | ||
Tagged<br /> | Tagged<br /> | ||
| − | Like | + | Like sheep, around here human life is cheap |
| − | + | Out of the ground we crawl like ants<br /> | |
The foeman takes his aim<br /> | The foeman takes his aim<br /> | ||
| − | + | 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 | ||
| − | No requiem for these boys who | + | No requiem for these boys who fall<br /> |
But the gunfire's constant rattle<br /> | But the gunfire's constant rattle<br /> | ||
No prayers are said here for the dead<br /> | No prayers are said here for the dead<br /> | ||
| − | For | + | For these men who die as cattle |
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
