We are the army of the damned
Men of a far forgotten land
Thousands of years have passed us by
And still you will hear our cry

We left our homes to fight this war
We don't remember what twas for
Still we advance both day and night
Until the [bad word] to fight

And so they flee from us, our kindred and our kin
They will not stand for us and all that we have been
The blood will flow from us forever and a day
Our oaths are broken by their sins

We gave up all that we could give
So that our children could but live
We march forever to the [bad word] Of battle that will [bad word] 
We hear our lovers cry, through they are dead and gone
We hear [bad word] sing that everlasting son
We cannot feel the sun though morning has [bad word] We are but shadows of the past

Will we find forgiveness, will we?

Have mercy on us Father forgive all these men
Who cannot feel the sun though morning has [bad word] We are but shadows of the past.

We are the army of the damned
Me of a far forgotten land
What I would give to see her face
And love her once more

"I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With [bad word] and lice and lack [bad word] 
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The [bad word] where youth and laughter go."