Army Of The Damned-Pythia

[ti:Army Of The Damned] [ar:Pythia] [al:Army Of The Damned] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Army Of The Damned - Pythia [00:01.12]Mortes manus animus Deus [00:05.86]Mortes manus animus Deus [00:10.87] [00:23.03]We are the army of the damned [00:26.91] [00:28.52]Men of a far forgotten land [00:31.10] [00:33.73]Thousands of years have passed us by [00:36.73] [00:39.36]And still you will hear our cry [00:42.57] [00:44.97]We left our homes to fight this war [00:49.28] [00:50.46]We don't remember what was for [00:53.52] [00:56.70]Still we advance both day and night [00:59.86] [01:01.68]Until the time comes to fight [01:05.74] [01:06.65]And so they flee from us [01:09.04] [01:09.88]Our kindred and our kin [01:12.08] [01:12.78]They will not stand for us [01:14.77] [01:15.50]And all that we have been [01:17.23] [01:17.77]The blood will flow from us [01:19.95] [01:21.00]Forever and a day [01:22.71] [01:23.47]Our oaths are broken by their sins [01:26.86] [01:30.04]We gave up all that we could give [01:35.39]So that our children could but live [01:39.44] [01:40.84]We march forever to the drum [01:43.73] [01:46.15]Of battle that will not come [01:49.56] [01:51.39]We hear our lovers cry [01:53.49] [01:54.57]Though they are dead and gone [01:56.88]We hear our comrades sing [01:59.27] [02:00.22]That everlasting song [02:02.58]We can not feel [02:04.23]The sun though morning has just come [02:07.66] [02:08.18]We are but shadows of the past [02:14.31] [02:15.30]Will we find forgiveness [02:18.03]Will we [02:18.73] [02:21.04]Will we find forgiveness [02:23.47]Will we [02:24.22] [02:48.43]Have mercy on us [02:52.18]Father forgive all these men [02:56.50] [02:57.27]Who can not feel [02:59.49] [03:00.28]The sun though morning has just come [03:03.81]We are but shadows of the past [03:10.45]We are the army of the damned [03:14.04] [03:15.72]Men of a far forgotten land [03:20.00] [03:21.33]What I would give to see her face [03:24.61] [03:27.67]And love her once more [03:36.50] [03:37.49]I knew a simple soldier boy [03:41.20] [03:41.89]Who grinned at life in empty joy [03:45.39]Slept soundly through the lonesome dark [03:48.91] [03:49.60]And whistled early with the lark [03:51.87] [03:53.51]In winter trenches cowed and glum [03:57.14]With crumps and lice and lack of rum [04:00.32] [04:01.17]He put a bullet through his brain [04:03.21] [04:04.83]No one spoke of him again [04:07.28] [04:09.32]You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye [04:14.66]Who cheer when soldier lads march by [04:17.51] [04:18.13]Sneak home and pray you'll never know [04:21.70]The hell where youth and laughter go