Songtext von Lest We Forget

Fill us with lies and utter demise We in the rain, enduring the pain What we have seen and what we have not Forgotten and left here to rot You throw away my men near You only keep your skin dear Young men for their cruel death dressed Why don't you joine me and the rest Alright lads, fix bayonets! Over the cringe on sarge's whistle All this hell, for a lie All these dead, for a mile All hail the glorious dead They are dead to whats is said All hail the glorious dead For coin and oil they've bled Now we're all dead and gone Buried in the fields of somme Now don't you do the same mistake You will put the world at stake It's we or them, we can no longer negotiate All this hell, for a lie All these dead, for a mile All the glorious dead They are dead to what is said There is no life in no-man's land There is no hope for a helping hand God help you, coward in black God help you if I alive come back