Officium Triste The Wounded And The Dying
Endless fields
Of hurt and misery
All way to the horizon
As far as eyes can see
The rotting smell
Of the wounded and the dying
The agonizing screams
And painful crying
Sinister visions
Of death and decay
Imprinted in the mind
Will never fade away
Filthy tactics
Of the battlefield
This defamation
Can't be concealed
Endless fields
Of hurt and misery
All way to the horizon
As far as eyes can see
The rotting smell
Of the wounded and the dying
The agonizing screams
And painful crying
Sinister visions
Of death and decay
Imprinted in the mind
Will never fade away
Filthy tactics
Of the battlefield
This defamation
Can't be concealed
Wartime heroes live on to tell the tale
Those who died cannot do the same
Those wounded embraced by shame
Left to rot by a government that fails
Boxed up
And shipped home
In the afterlife
They will roam
Missing limbs
Phantom pain
Personal pride
Completely slain