Truce has been called on war Arms laid to the floor Countless men speak of hell Tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to say These were the days of old We arc the glorious dead What is left for the ex patriot What is left but resentment? Death all too real Countless men speak of hell Of tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to cry I'll at rest behind those eyes What this person has seen What his life has been Changed from this man into machine Returned home to find life insignificant
Truce has been called on war Arms laid to the floor Countless men speak of hell Tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to say These were the days of old We arc the glorious dead What is left for the ex patriot What is left but resentment? Death all too real Countless men speak of hell Of tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to cry I'll at rest behind those eyes What this person has seen What his life has been Changed from this man into machine Returned home to find life insignificant
