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We are the army of the damnedMen of a far forgotten landThousands of years have passed us byAnd still you will hear our cryWe left our homes to fight this warWe don't remember what twas forStill we advance both day and nightUntil the time comes to fightAnd so they flee from us, our kindred and our kinThey will not stand for us and all that we have beenThe blood will flow from us forever and a dayOur oaths are broken by their sinsWe gave up all that we could giveSo that our children could but liveWe march forever to the drumOf battle that will not comeWe hear our lovers cry, though they are dead and goneWe hear our comrades sing that everlasting songWe cannot feel the sun though morning has just comeWe are but shadows of the pastWill we find forgiveness, will we?SongtexteHave mercy on us Father forgive all these menWho cannot feel the sun though morning has just comeWe are but shadows of the past.We are the army of the damnedMen of a far forgotten landWhat I would give to see her faceAnd love her once moreBrian Blessed performs the poem"Suicide In The Trenches" by Siegfried SassoonI knew a simple soldier boyWho grinned at life in empty joy,Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,And whistled early with the lark.In winter trenches, cowed and glum,With crumps and lice and lack of rum,He put a bullet through his brain.No one spoke of him again.You smug-faced crowds with kindling eyeWho cheer when soldier lads march by,Sneak home and pray you'll never knowThe hell where youth and laughter go. Aus Songtexte Mania