Dry Bones

""From the watch I can see them all Precious living things One by one they each will fall Food for the worms... ... and good deeds for the dead unsung Arrow's head tread of the tank Human flesh for the wolves of war Piece by piece the machine will eat In what god's name should we kill for? So cold and clean And white as death These bleached dry bones... are all that's left Into the fire of the enemy line For faith or flag they're ready to die Flash of the blade a twist of the knife Sends them to their grave and the afterlife So cold and clean And white as death These bleached dry bones... are all that's left So cold and clean And white as death These bleached dry bones... are all that's left Crack of the whip the Behemoth screams Annihilation time for the pawns of war Snap their necks burn their flesh An addition to the heap of deeds that are these bones That are these bones So cold and clean And white as death These bleached dry bones... are all that's left So cold and clean And white as death These bleached dry bones... are all that's left""