Gueules cassées
The faces of war
They bear the scars
For all the world to see
Broken faces
Shattered visage
Masks of tin
To shield their innocent eyes
We sent them off
To die for their masters
They returned
Missing more than
Their souls
Abandoned
In splendid isolation
They chose their lot
Betrayed by their own
Depraved minds ignite
The engines of death
Threshed limbs, scalped
Heads, sprawled guts
Horrors of war
Plague their minds and bodies
Stain their blackened souls
Pawns pray to the god
That has forsaken them
Their souls tainted by
The Black Hand of fate
Drowning in the green sea of blight
Limping on, blind
Lame, deaf, war-fatigued
The whites of their eyes
Empty stares, hanging faces
Corporeal Phantoms
Their suffering fathomless
Victims of the war inside
Their head
The oldest lie
We never seem to learn
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori
Gueules cassées
The Faces of War
They bear the scars
For all the world to see
Gueules cassées
The faces of war
They bear the scars
For all the world to see