Lest We Forget Songtext
von Triaxis
Lest We Forget Songtext
Smoke fills the air, burning the eyes
As the bullets fly piercing the sky
They march to the edge of the trench
Blending mud with death′s bloody stench
Mothers hold your daughters who cry
Mothers weep for your sons who will die
Bring them home, bring them home
From those killing fields
Bring them home, bring them home
Where they fight for the free
Bring them home, bring them home
And slaughter the stains for all time
The memory of a generation that died
Barbed wire scars a no man's land
Fighting as brothers they stand
Thoughts turn to homes far away
Made safe with the price they all pay
As the working man fights the war
Leaders safe in their comfortable homes
Mothers hold your daughters who cry
Mothers weep for your sons who will die
Bring them home, bring them home
From those killing fields
Bring them home, bring them home
Where they fight for the free
Bring them home, bring them home
And slaughter the stains for all time
The memory of a generation that died
Nature clears from the eyes
Many scars that the war left behind
Fields bathed in red from new life
But the memories cut like a knife
Mistakes are always repeated
One voice silenced, a new voice will roar
Nations scramble in the name of freedom
And darkness descends once more
"They shall not grow old" the three are left to grow old
Age shall not weary nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun ending morning
We will remember them
Lest we forget
As the bullets fly piercing the sky
They march to the edge of the trench
Blending mud with death′s bloody stench
Mothers hold your daughters who cry
Mothers weep for your sons who will die
Bring them home, bring them home
From those killing fields
Bring them home, bring them home
Where they fight for the free
Bring them home, bring them home
And slaughter the stains for all time
The memory of a generation that died
Barbed wire scars a no man's land
Fighting as brothers they stand
Thoughts turn to homes far away
Made safe with the price they all pay
As the working man fights the war
Leaders safe in their comfortable homes
Mothers hold your daughters who cry
Mothers weep for your sons who will die
Bring them home, bring them home
From those killing fields
Bring them home, bring them home
Where they fight for the free
Bring them home, bring them home
And slaughter the stains for all time
The memory of a generation that died
Nature clears from the eyes
Many scars that the war left behind
Fields bathed in red from new life
But the memories cut like a knife
Mistakes are always repeated
One voice silenced, a new voice will roar
Nations scramble in the name of freedom
And darkness descends once more
"They shall not grow old" the three are left to grow old
Age shall not weary nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun ending morning
We will remember them
Lest we forget
Writer(s): Kristina Kirby, Glyn Williams, Clare Hale, Giles Wilson, Rebecca Claire Baldwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

