The Lyrics for this song won the International Open Poetry Contest Held by the International Library of Poetry in 1995
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To rot so rancid,red and raw.
With chiselled features and porcelain jaw.
And beady eyes alone they glare,
So deeply sunk in dark despair.
So deeply sunk in dark despair.
To gloat in victory and goad them on.
Young souls that bled,the hearts they won.
The poignant pain and pity past.
The first to die but not the last.
The first to die but not the last.
To rot so rancid,red and raw.
With chiselled features and porcelain jaw.
And beady eyes alone they glare,
So deeply sunk in dark despair.
So deeply sunk in dark despair.
The flesh keeps melting from the bone.
They pluck your teeth out in search of gold.
They rob the eyeballs right from your head.
Doesn't matter if you're 'live or dead.
Doesn't matter if you're 'live or dead.
The senseless loss of futile war.
No-one remembers what it was for.
The screeching wails,a mother's pain.
Where are the heroes,
What did they gain?
Where are the heroes,
What did they gain?