Difference between revisions of "WARSAW"
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The call came out and I answered strong<br /> | 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 | ||
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My bounden duty was I taught to do<br /> | My bounden duty was I taught to do<br /> | ||
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Don't want to see this<br /> | Don't want to see this<br /> | ||
Don't want to be this | Don't want to be this | ||
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Pain<br /> | Pain<br /> | ||
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Tagged<br /> | Tagged<br /> | ||
Like sheep, around here human life is cheap | Like sheep, around here human life is cheap | ||
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Out of the ground we crawl like ants<br /> | Out of the ground we crawl like ants<br /> | ||
Revision as of 04:10, 5 September 2009
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
Bridge
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
Verse 3
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
