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Oh, my brave companions
When your souls flock silently away
And the eyeless dead shame that the wild beast of battle on the ridge
Death will stand grievin' in that field of war
Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent
And through some mooned
Valhalla there shall pass
Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell
The un-returning army that was youth
The legions will suffered and there dust
March through the mud and the rain
The soldiers disappearin' into the gray
Hopeless, they look to the sky
For years, they have bled on the line
I saw them advancin', into the smoke and the fire
They were cut down
I saw, as the brave men died, by their thousands, forgotten
Their names carved upon a white cross
The rows stretch into the horizon
And no words can speak of the lost
I saw warriors broken, upon the anvil of Verdun
Un-returning, the legions will suffered and there dust
Our tattered banners fly in the wind, over the top, we charge again
The war will be won, and god's on our side
But my brave companions, why must you all die
Oh why?
No!
We are guns!
Saw you our work, the flashes of the light
We are the ones!
Fillin' the graves, the ghosts on the firing line
Now it is done!
Our voice will be heard in the ages to come
Husbands or lovers, fathers or sons
We break them
Yes, we are guns!
And when the guns fell silent, at last
There's nothin' that remains of the past
The world that I knew is dead and gone
My soul is left in ruins
And I cannot see the dawn