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• Artiste: Pythia
• Titre: Army of the Damned
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We are the army of the damned Men of a far forgotten land Thousands of years have passed us by And still you will hear our cry We left our homes to fight this war We don't remember what twas for Still we advance both day and night Until the time comes to fight And so they flee from us, our kindred and our kin They will not stand for us and all that we have been The blood will flow from us forever and a day Our oaths are broken by their sins We gave up all that we could give So that our children could but live We march forever to the drum Of battle that will not come We hear our lovers cry, though they are dead and gone We hear our comrades sing that everlasting song We cannot feel the sun though morning has just come We are but shadows of the past Will we find forgiveness, will we? Have mercy on us Father forgive all these men Who cannot feel the sun though morning has just come We are but shadows of the past. We are the army of the damned Men of a far forgotten land What I would give to see her face And love her once more Brian Blessed performs the poem "Suicide In The Trenches" by Siegfried Sassoon I knew a simple soldier boy Who 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 eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.