Pawns of War - Miracle Of Sound

Across the savage skies

And through the fissures in the fields

The rumble of the engines

And the trundle of the wheels

Through hell and horror trudge

And yet our spirits never yield

Will they sing of these forsaken pawns of war

Hoist the flags

Hold the lines

Lessons ever lost to time

Now we sing for you departed pawns of war

My Bonnie lays afar

Upon a lonely Eiderdown

While I dream of rats and tar

Within my burrow in the ground

Infernal gaping scar

Of boiling mud and thundering sound

They won’t sing of this forsaken pawn of war

Hoist the flags

Hold the lines

Lessons ever lost to time

Now we sing for you departed pawns of war

Death on the dunes

We feed the deserts

Blood of the empires on the sand

Hoist the flags

Hold the lines

Lessons ever lost to time

Now we sing for you departed pawns of war

Hoist the flags

Hold the lines

Lessons ever lost to time

Now we sing for you departed pawns of war