Number 12 of 12 songs based on Wilfred Owen’s savagely beautiful WWI poem Dulce et decorum, from our forthcoming album of the same name.
No Glory in the Grave
[Verse 1]
Boots sink deep in mire
We stumble through the rain
Broken bodies bent with fear
Weighed down with silent pain
A sudden cry a warning
Gas spills across the night
We claw for breath in darkness
Blind in thick green light
[Chorus]
And they tell us it is noble
That we march for honour’s name
But there’s no flag worth this loss
No honour worth this cost
No calling back the brave
No glory in the grave
[Verse 2]
One man falls before us
Choking on the fire
Haunted eyes behind the mask
Consumed in smoke and wire
Shadow stays forever
Burned in my helpless sight
A truth the drums keep hiding
Beneath the painted blight
[Chorus]
And they tell us it is noble
That we march for honour’s name
But there’s no flag worth this loss
No honour worth this cost
No calling back the brave
No glory in the grave
[Bridge]
If you could see what we have seen
The twisted wreck of love and dream
You would not whisper to the young
That death is sweet and war is song
[Chorus]
Still they tell us it is noble
But no glory’s worth this cost
The banners cannot save
Or call back home the brave
Their voices lost in silence
No glory in the grave
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