| It began
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| The same way
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| It ended
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| Let me set the scene, war is a hellish thing
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| Hellish as it’s ever been, redefine what hellish means
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| It’s Evergreen seeing men killing their fellow beings
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| Unheavenly screams pierced by deafening machines
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| Sacrificing actual lives and recompensed in pennies each
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| Said will this deceptive quest for peace never cease?
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| Did you ever see a friend in need flee in terror, he
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| Ebbed and weaved between threats and pleas, a wretch indeed
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| Wet feet drenched deep in the trench’s heat, each
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| Feverish skeleton trembling and clenching teeth
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| Tell me when the death of a wretch was the centrepiece
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| He’s just another leg wrenched from the centipede
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| A stampede, a legion proceeding when decreed
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| Chevaliers, regulars, levied men of every creed
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| Naïve men of seventeen, each a bel esprit
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| They’ve had their last meal, their blood’s an aperitif
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| A fellow dead at the speed at which he fell off his steed
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| Leaving yet another friend or family member to grieve
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| Pawns on a board where death is the referee
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| A living chess piece that’ll never get to Queen
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| There’s an enemy for every devotee of the regime
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| For whom doing the obscene extreme is routine
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| To then ascend the pecking order ‘til you get to chief
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| Reset the record to the Pleistocene
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| Beads of sweat, heaving chest, don’t forget to breathe
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| It seems to be progressive leads to being regressive beasts
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| The quest to be a better being fettered by aggressive greed
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| Tens of tens of centuries of horrendous deadly deeds
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| A veteran can never rest in peace
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| He’s a revenant, a lesson destined to repeat
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| He’s a revenant, a lesson destined to repeat
|
| A veteran can never rest in peace
|
| Tens of tens of centuries of horrendous deadly deeds
|
| The quest to be a better being fettered by aggressive greed
|
| It seems to be progressive leads to being regressive beasts
|
| Beads of sweat, heaving chest, don’t forget to breathe
|
| Reset the record to the Pleistocene
|
| To then ascend the pecking order ‘til you get to chief
|
| For whom doing the obscene extreme is routine
|
| There’s an enemy for every devotee of the regime
|
| A living chess piece that’ll never get to Queen
|
| Pawns on a board where death is the referee
|
| Leaving yet another friend or family member to grieve
|
| A fellow dead at the speed at which he fell off his steed
|
| They’ve had their last meal, their blood’s an aperitif
|
| Naïve men of seventeen, each a bel esprit
|
| Chevaliers, regulars, levied men of every creed
|
| A stampede, a legion proceeding when decreed
|
| He’s just another leg wrenched from the centipede
|
| Tell me when the death of a wretch was the centrepiece
|
| Feverish skeleton trembling and clenching teeth
|
| Wet feet drenched deep in the trench’s heat, each
|
| Ebbed and weaved between threats and pleas, a wretch indeed
|
| Did you ever see a friend in need flee in terror, he
|
| Said will this deceptive quest for peace never cease?
|
| Sacrificing actual lives and recompensed in pennies each
|
| Unheavenly screams pierced by deafening machines
|
| It’s Evergreen seeing men killing their fellow beings
|
| Hellish as it’s ever been, redefine what hellish means
|
| Let me set the scene, war is a hellish thing
|
| It ended
|
| The same way
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| It began |