The Glorious Dead

I may did all sort of things
 I did it for my society
 Blood on your hands as you put them near the hole in your chest
 Where the bullet struck and threw you flat into the mud
 Come on lads, the bastards soon will be defeated
 God is on our side was what you heard when all went black
 For God and the country we raise our heads
 All real heroes die, the glorious dead
 From this point of view, it all looks very different
 As you cough up blood and an intense cold runs up your spine
 No one ever told you that it could be like this
 Dehumanised, no respect for life, you want to cry
 For God and the country we raise our heads
 For ideals that weren't yours, the glorious dead
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 Misguidance was your undoing
 Death stares you in the face
 Memories, past times flash by
 As they declare you dead
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 For God and the country we raised our heads
 Who remembers our name, the glorious dead?