Music © 2008 by EZamor
Lyrics © 2008 by Daniel Staniforth
Inspired by a short poem by Nate River

All instruments by E. Zamorano
Vocals by D. Staniforth

Lyrics:
Why are dead men 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 whips 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
It’s just a game to faceless gods.

Edited by EZamor on 5 Jun 2009, 05:28

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