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Mortes manus animus deus
We are the army of the d**ned
Men of a far forgotten land
Thousands of years have passed us by
And still you will hear our cry
We left our homes to fight this war
We don't remember what 'twas for
Still we advance both day and night
Until the time comes to fight
And so they flee from us
Our kindred and our kin
They will not stand for us and all that we have been
The blood will flow from us forever and a day
Our oaths are broken by their sins
We gave up all that we could give
So that our children could but live
We March forever to the drum
Of battle that will not come
We hear our lovers cry
Though they are dead and gone
We hear our comrades sing that everlasting song
We cannot feel the sun though morning has just come
We are but shadows of the past
Will we find forgiveness
Will we
Will we find forgiveness
Will we
Have mercy on us father forgive all these men
Who cannot feel the sun though morning has just come
We are but shadows of the past
We are the army of the d**ned
Men of a far forgotten land
What I would give to see her face
And love her once more
Brian blessed recites siegfried sassoon's poem
Suicide in the trenches
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark
And whistled early with the lark
In winter trenches
Cowed and glum
With crumps and lice and lack of rum
He put a bullet through his brain
No one spoke of him again
You smug faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads March by
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go
