MARCH OF THE DAMNED
Anno:
Gruppo: BEFORE GOD
Testo e musica: Jean Pax Mefret |Menu
Driven from their homes, their streets up in flames, forced into the open, into a sea of pain. Once found memories of better days gone by, all become lost with every tear they cry.
They flee to the west with their daughters and sons, to escape death and the roar od it's gun. What kind of future does fate have in store, will they survive or become victims of war?
Forced from their homes, driven from their land, Survival by chance in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Battered and beaten yet they try to stand, they must move on in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED!
Prisoner of war, captured at the Front, in the rubble you bore the brunt. Marched into the streets in humiliating defeat, being spat upon, cursed upon, kicked and beat.
Sent to Siberia, morale is getting low, will you ever see your family, will you ever see your home. You've got to hold on, you've got to keep faith, for your spirit and body they're trying to break.
You swore the oath to your fatherland, now herded like cattle in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Honor and dignity the foe can't understand, They weren't in your place in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED!
These are victims that time had forgot, bombed, beaten, and left in gulags to rot. They stood accused, accused by the blind, believing in their land was their only crime.
Some call it loyalty, some call it treason, what is a world that can not see reason. How can one cast blame upon a nation, when victors lies breed humiliation.
Forced from their homes, driven from their land, Survival by chance in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Battered and beaten yet they try to stand, they must move on in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! You swore the oath to your fatherland, now herded like cattle in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Honor and dignity the foe can't understand, They weren't in your place in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED!
They flee to the west with their daughters and sons, to escape death and the roar od it's gun. What kind of future does fate have in store, will they survive or become victims of war?
Forced from their homes, driven from their land, Survival by chance in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Battered and beaten yet they try to stand, they must move on in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED!
Prisoner of war, captured at the Front, in the rubble you bore the brunt. Marched into the streets in humiliating defeat, being spat upon, cursed upon, kicked and beat.
Sent to Siberia, morale is getting low, will you ever see your family, will you ever see your home. You've got to hold on, you've got to keep faith, for your spirit and body they're trying to break.
You swore the oath to your fatherland, now herded like cattle in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Honor and dignity the foe can't understand, They weren't in your place in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED!
These are victims that time had forgot, bombed, beaten, and left in gulags to rot. They stood accused, accused by the blind, believing in their land was their only crime.
Some call it loyalty, some call it treason, what is a world that can not see reason. How can one cast blame upon a nation, when victors lies breed humiliation.
Forced from their homes, driven from their land, Survival by chance in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Battered and beaten yet they try to stand, they must move on in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! You swore the oath to your fatherland, now herded like cattle in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED! Honor and dignity the foe can't understand, They weren't in your place in the... MARCH OF THE DAMNED!