Army Of The Damned

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 time comes to fight

And so they flee from us

Our kindred and our kind

They will not stand for us

And all that we have been

The blood will flow for us

Forever and a day

Our oaths are broken by their sin

We gave up all that we could giv

So that our children could but live

We march forever to the drum

Of battle that will not come

We hear our lovers cry

Though they are dead and gone

We hear our comrades sing

That everlasting song

We cannot feel the sun

Though morning has but come

We are but shadows of the past

We are the army of the damned

Men of a far forgotten land

What I would give to see her face

And love her once more

(Brian Blessed performs the poem

"Suicide In The Trenches" by Siegfried Sassoon)

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 crumps and lice and lack of rum,

He put a bullet through his brain.

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 hell where youth and laughter go.