Lyrics:
the trenches
Gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away
We blaze away
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
And proud array standing by the bathing
the cemetery day
Another star, a touch of orange over purgatory gray
Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed
Another song that runs too long, God
their king has influenza
Regiments retreat back to theirs ends
A pandemic of proportion that you can't comprehend
Sweeps across the globe day and night
buggin cause your head is at
a place where reality doesn't seep in
Practice makes perfect then you might reap in
the benefits of this respectable field
You put your faith in Christianity
I put mine in artillery
My M-16, my lord and savior
Christ never done me a motherfucking favor
[Chorus]
Pay
Roaming desolate fields
Companionship abandoned
They have me in their sights
The hardest part is the wait
Hope is lost, survival gone
A stifled
Artillery has played its song
The no mans land where shell explode
Has drank the blood of fallen men
Destruction is reigning here again
Predatory
to Gallipoli,
Their bravery lives eternally.
In the fields of Europe’s anguish,
In the desert's harsh domain,
The Royal Newfoundland Regiment,
Endured
a child of Africa, always wilderness
And the sorrow that stirs your heart inside is the dust of the regiments
But one day the skies will clear and eagles
In the fields in the forest
In the streams all around the village
Men have fought men have died
Men are lost to history we envisage
The land near
Fighting not an option
Stand your ground
Silence cloaked and covered by darkness
Half the regiment dead
Outnumbered by 30 to 1
A dominant force
Here the roar
Armies marched to war
Fight against the Law
Killing in the fields
Rotting out the masses
Conquer different nations
Take their Lives away
Brutal
in Normandy
Breaking their lines
Objective Flesquieres Ridge
Machine guns open fire
Artillery raining
Infantry mowed down like grass
Tanks roaring
Society is property
The truth is hypocrisy
Totalitarian governments
Have control over regiments
Maybe we deserve this
A result of consequence
The mission
I got nanomachines all in my body
Brooklyn to Berlin
Rifle clips and survival kit's
Know what time it is heavy Artillery
I surpass
feel how beautiful it is
to die on the field of honor
the territory change hands
death and blood filled trench
on the march
to the east
moving in
defeated them
It was a wonderful mayhem
Victory Victory!
Field Artillery
There's no witchery
Death delivery
When we were expecting less
One of us fell
plates or more
Strutting cocky to the n'th degree
Monkey brought his field artillery
Look at what the tiger brought
Some ante-bellum cannon shot
a tear
Where my
Courage is the wine I'm drinking
Faith in God and a charm for luck
Every man on that field thinking
Is this the day that I die
Regiments
Fog dances along the ground
The fields are turning red
Blood runs through the streets
Bodies pile up in the fields
Noxious odors in the air
All
2nd Dogra Regiment and the 13th Brigade
We are busy in the field, no time for big parades
India and Australia, together in the sand
Ain't no
The wounds that burn so deep.
Your mother sits on the edge of the world.
When the cameras start to roll,
Panoramic viewpoints resurrect the killing field
Awaken on the field
Blood filled craters
Shelling has stopped
Feeling lifeless
Surrounded by death
Visions of chaos
Sickening screams
Total
because if you ain't true that piece will come apart
The second one is your shied if you're faithful to God it'll be a force field
The Third is your sword
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