With these ways I behold Tales of deep seated woe Of torn capacity to love Beneath the steel housed above But now the trench has grown cold With death's bile and lost souls The dead export still The rank they had at their kill ♪ The armour's quiet for our eyes Yeah we were lucky we lived through the lies Where gilts of love were despised Yeah we were lucky we lived through the lies ♪ Cadavers locked in love Contorted from the mud His head tests his mate's own strength No time for tears for the dead Oh lucky fate hit him Lucky it was him Oh lucky fate hit him Lucky it was him Cadavers locked in love Contorted from the mud I saw a picture from the war A war that my brother saw A body twisted grim The smile that said it was him