Truce has been called on war Arms laid to the floor Countless men speak of hell Tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to say These were the days of old
We arc the glorious dead
What is left for the ex patriot What is left but resentment? Death all too real
Countless men speak of hell Of tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to cry
I'll at rest behind those eyes What this person has seen What his life has been Changed from this man into machine Returned home to find life insignificant
