Mortis manus, animus deus
Mortis manus, animus deus
We are the army of the d***ed
Men of a far forgotten land
Thousands of years have passed us by
And still you will hear our cry
We left our homes to fight this war
We don't remember what 'twas for
Still we advance both day and night
Until the time comes to fight
And so they flee from us
Our kindred and our kin
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
They will not stand for us
And all that we have been
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
The blood will flow from us
Forever and a day
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
Our oaths are broken by their sins
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We gave up all that we could give
So that our children could but live
We march forever to the drum
Of battle that will not come
We hear our lovers cry
Though they are dead and gone
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We hear our comrades sing
That everlasting song
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We cannot feel the sun
Though morning has just come
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We are but shadows of the past
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
Will we find forgiveness, will we?
Will we find forgiveness, will we?
Have mercy on us Father
Forgive all these men who cannot feel the sun
Though morning has just come
We are but shadows of the past
We are the army of the d***ed
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
Men of a far forgotten land
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
What I would give to see her face
And love her once more
Spoken (Brian Blessed):
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark
And whistled early with the lark
In winter trenches cowed and glum
With crumps and lice and lack of rum
He put a bullet through his brain
No one spoke of him again
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go
Mortis manus, animus deus
We are the army of the d***ed
Men of a far forgotten land
Thousands of years have passed us by
And still you will hear our cry
We left our homes to fight this war
We don't remember what 'twas for
Still we advance both day and night
Until the time comes to fight
And so they flee from us
Our kindred and our kin
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
They will not stand for us
And all that we have been
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
The blood will flow from us
Forever and a day
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
Our oaths are broken by their sins
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We gave up all that we could give
So that our children could but live
We march forever to the drum
Of battle that will not come
We hear our lovers cry
Though they are dead and gone
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We hear our comrades sing
That everlasting song
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We cannot feel the sun
Though morning has just come
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
We are but shadows of the past
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
Will we find forgiveness, will we?
Will we find forgiveness, will we?
Have mercy on us Father
Forgive all these men who cannot feel the sun
Though morning has just come
We are but shadows of the past
We are the army of the d***ed
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
Men of a far forgotten land
(Mortis manus, animus deus)
What I would give to see her face
And love her once more
Spoken (Brian Blessed):
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark
And whistled early with the lark
In winter trenches cowed and glum
With crumps and lice and lack of rum
He put a bullet through his brain
No one spoke of him again
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go