Lyric Context Universe
no more battle cries of screams of dying friends
no mourners lament or glorious funeral pyres
the dogs of war will gnaw my bones
no more battle cries of screams of dying friends
no mourners lament or glorious funeral pyres
the dogs of war will gnaw my bones
they lost eyes in old city streets
where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
he filled his boots and he tipped his cap
they lost eyes in old city streets
where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
he filled his boots and he tipped his cap