Melancholy Soldiers

Who fed you to the lions

When hanging from a tree

It's a case of melancholy

There's no tourists at the sea

Twelve saw decaying monuments

While marching on attack

Eleven watched a single

Thus continued on the march

Oh, oh

Pin point toward horizon

Convalescent to the last

A moment lost of imagery

The last word to the cast

Won't you listen to the danger

I can't listen any more

Oh, oh.

This...oh, oh oh!

This...oh, oh oh!

This...to march along

This...on undwelt seed

This...is a panorama

This...is a soldier's creed.

From this came a stranger

All the marching seemed to halt

From this came a moment

Then the march led to assault

The dwellers took position

While commanding genocide

The enemy were helpless

And there's lots more besides

Oh, oh

This...to march along

This...on undwelt seed

This...is a panorama

This...is a soldier's creed.

This...oh, oh oh

This...oh, oh oh