War is won though never fair
Those fought the war to fight
But bells clang and clamour somewhere
And echo through the night
Night is shown the descant din
Of light and livid shields
Morning come, can mask no sin
Is leaden, guns we wield
And shells have shocked as thunder wires
And souls are suckled sere
Our bodies left prey to buzzard fires
And our minds left lay in fear
Those cast and come and gone away
The last to live will lose
For I can't think no weaker way
To pay the devil's dues
Cuddled in his grisly oak
Death needn't make a fuss
To all mankind, life's but a joke
And Death's no match for us
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