Vocals by Daniel Staniforth
Background vocals by Rebsie Fairholm
Why are dead men so contrite
I feel the chill of their bodies tonight
I taste the blood in the dustless rain
Somehow I know I will never be the same
Most of my friends are buried fore they’re dead
I hear them moan in the sand and cordite
Much more than blood or tears is shed
In this last cold testament of fright
The sun now gloats with its burning eye
Revealing more of the wasted mound
The random zip of bullets whip the sky
As I watch more souls go down
Wondering if it’s my turn next
For why should I survive
Dulce et decorum est
How pitiful the cry
Merciless forces are the fates
In this our charming war
Trembling amongst dismembered mates
It’s time to pay the whore
If I die, or beat the odds
It’s just a game to faceless gods.
If I die, or beat the odds
It’s all the same to faceless gods.
