Video de Letter From A Distant Shore

Dear brother you would not believe
What this killing field forced my eyes to see
At the sniper’s post with a trembling hand
I put a bullet in to another man
I watched the crimson bloom on his uniform
Billow like a cloud, ‘til his life was gone
With the killer’s stain heavy on me now
I fix my bayonet for the final hour
When that whistle blows its mournful sound
Will deliver me to the hungry mouths of the
Howling hounds of hell
When the snowball comes on the recruitment drive
Don’t let your heart swell up with unfounded pride
For a distant king you’d be fighting for
He’ll lay you down to waste on a distant shore
With the killer’s stain heavy on me now
I fix my bayonet for the final hour
When that whistle blows its mournful sound
Will deliver me to the hungry mouths of the
Howling hounds of hell