| I looked across the battlefield,
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| Blood seeping from my wounds-
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| My comrades, they did never yield,
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| For courage knows no bounds-
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| And yet, I thought as I stood there,
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| Of all that it had cost-
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| For what we gained, it seemed not fair,
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| For all that we had lost-
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| They spoke of honour, faith and pride,
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| defending for our home-
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| Through honour all my friends have died,
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| their faith left me alone-
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| We fought for greed, we fought for fame,
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| we killed too much to tell-
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| The devil and God were both the same,
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| we worshipped only Hell-
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| We fought it seemed for a thousand years,
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| a million nights and days-
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| Sharing one laugh with a hundred tears,
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| seeing clearly through a haze-
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| Then came that day I know not when,
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| beneath a blood red sun,
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| A-top a pile of dying men,
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| they said that we had won-
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| Another tract of land is all
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| the territory gained-
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| Will that ever pay for all
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| the lives here lost or maimed?
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| Bodies lying all around,
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| blood bathing them in red,
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| Their white eyes staring at the sun,
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| these, the countless dead?
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| I looked across the battlefield,
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| blood seeping from my wounds-
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| My comrades, they did never yield,
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| for courage knows no bounds- |