Army Of The Damned Lyrics

Song	Army Of The Damned
Artist	Pythia
Album	Army Of The Damned
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	Mortes manus animus Deus
	We are the army of the damned
	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 damned
	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.

	Mortes manus animus Deus
	We are the army of the damned
	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 damned
	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 smugfaced 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.

	Mortes manus animus Deus
	We are the army of the damned
	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 damned
	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 smugfaced 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.

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