The Glorious Dead Songtext
von Gorefest

I may did all sort of things
I did it for my society

Blood on your hands as you put them near the hole in your chest
Where the bullet struck and threw you flat into the mud
Come on lads, the bastards soon will be defeated
God is on our side was what you heard when all went black

For God and the country we raise our heads
All real heroes die, the glorious dead


From this point of view, it all looks very different
As you cough up blood and an intense cold runs up your spine
No one ever told you that it could be like this
Dehumanised, no respect for life, you want to cry

For God and the country we raise our heads
For ideals that weren′t yours, the glorious dead

Misguidance was your undoing
Death stares you in the face
Memories, past times flash by
As they declare you dead

For God and the country we raised our heads
Who remembers our name, the glorious dead?