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I am not he, nor master, nor lord<br />no crown to wear, no cross to bear<br />in stations<br />I am not he, nor shall be<br />warlord of nations<br />these heroes have run before me<br />now dead upon the fleshpiles, see<br />waiting for their promised resurrection<br />there is none<br />nothing but the marker, crown or cross<br />in stone upon these graves<br />promise of the ribbon was all it took where only the strap would leave its mark upon these slaves<br />what flag to thrust into this flesh<br />rag, bandage, mop in their flowing death<br />taken aside they were pointed away<br />for god, queen and country<br />now in silence they lie<br />they ran before these masters, children of sorrow<br />as slaves to that trilogy they had no future<br />they believed in democracy, freedom of speech<br />yet dead on the fleshpiles I hear no breath<br />I hear no hope, no whisper of faith<br />from those that have died for some other's privilege<br />out from you palaces princes and queens<br />out from your churches you clergy, youchrists<br />I'll neither live nor die for your dream<br />I'll make no subscription to your paradise.............
Letra nueva de la canción
I am not he, nor master, nor lord<br />no crown to wear, no cross to bear<br />in stations<br />I am not he, nor shall be<br />warlord of nations<br />these heroes have run before me<br />now dead upon the fleshpiles, see<br />waiting for their promised resurrection<br />there is none<br />nothing but the marker, crown or cross<br />in stone upon these graves<br />promise of the ribbon was all it took where only the strap would leave its mark upon these slaves<br />what flag to thrust into this flesh<br />rag, bandage, mop in their flowing death<br />taken aside they were pointed away<br />for god, queen and country<br />now in silence they lie<br />they ran before these masters, children of sorrow<br />as slaves to that trilogy they had no future<br />they believed in democracy, freedom of speech<br />yet dead on the fleshpiles I hear no breath<br />I hear no hope, no whisper of faith<br />from those that have died for some other's privilege<br />out from you palaces princes and queens<br />out from your churches you clergy, youchrists<br />I'll neither live nor die for your dream<br />I'll make no subscription to your paradise.............
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