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Date of issue: 30.10.2004
Song language: English
Sentinels of Hate |
People often now stand and stare |
And wonder who could they be |
That would leave such a lasting |
Tribute to their lives |
But they never look down in the undergrowth |
At the pile of broken stone |
Or spare a thought |
For all the young men who have died |
Ruined Chapels and neglected graves |
Have masked the truth for years |
Only mangled limbs |
Bear witness to their pain |
Their lord and masters pampered lives |
Are marked by a granite tomb |
But in death the bones |
Will always look the same |
The hooves of black plumed horses |
Are silent on the cobbled streets |
And a rusty lock secures the cemetery gates |
The age is long since dead and gone |
When they ruled in our domain |
All that’s left are these sentinels of hate |
Stone and marble pillars reaching higher |
Pointing ever upward to the skies |
Looking down on the rank and file |
Beneath them in the cold dark ground |
As they’d done throughout their selfish lives |
All through there lives! |
Evening falls to cast shadows ever longer |
To slowly move across each soul again |
As if to say look up to me |
I’m still your master as I’ll always be |
Even in death our roles are still the same |
They haven’t changed! |
Ashes down to ashes, dust down to dust |
It was the children born with a silver spoon |
And dealt the kind hand of fate |
Created these monoliths to power |
Built these sentinels of hate! |
Their pious names cut deep into the marble |
Clear for all to see down though the years |
The means to their success lies buried |
In crumbling vaults with broken headstones |
No reflection left of all the tears |
Shed down the years |