Motörhead - Voices from the War lyrics
[Motörhead - Voices from the War lyrics]
Where do all the dead men
Go from the battlefields?
Where are their exploded bones
Their useless swords and shields?
In the Hall of Ancient gods
Are they now at peace?
Or are they fighting evermore to
Earn their last release?
Midgard, Heaven, Kingdom Come
Are they all the same?
Fallen heroes, warriors
The valiant, the slain
Did they believe or did they die in vain?
Immortal dead, brothers and sons
When all is said and all is done
Running for your life, dying for the cause
Pawns in the game, voices from the war
The men they march away to fight
Their fate is never clean
They never all come home again to
Tell of what they've seen
In the battles bloody fury
Is the verdict just?
Executioner, judge and jury
Forgotten in the dust
Valhalla, Happy hunting ground
Are they all the same?
Fallen heroes, warriors the valiant the slain
Did they believe or did they die ashamed
Immortal dead, brothers and sons
All is said, all is done
Fighting to the death
What did they do it for?
Soldiers of the cross, voices from the war
And so you unearth a sense of
Futility in your miserable life
And after all, why are you surprised?
You know nothing nor care to know anything
And so the world is going to fuck you
Dead heroes who fell in countless wars
Who gave their tomorrows for your
Today mean nothing to you
And I am certain that they are
Truly sorry for their sacrifice
So if you feel that the
World is treating you badly, just remember
They're probably coming back from the
Dead to haunt you
For the rest of your putrid, fucking life
Ha ha ha ha ha!
The battlefields are silent now
The graves all look the same
The crosses without number and
So many without names
In the battles misery drowned
In blood and fear a hundred, hundred
Thousand for a hundred thousand years
Are they in a better place?
Or do they lie unclaimed?
The heroes, the deserters, the cowardly
The shamed
Did they know or did they die insane?
Mourn for the lost, Stolen from their lives
Gone before their time
No chance to say goodbye
Fighting to the death
How could they be so sure?
Voices from the grave, voices from the war
Voices from the war voices from the war
Go from the battlefields?
Where are their exploded bones
Their useless swords and shields?
In the Hall of Ancient gods
Are they now at peace?
Or are they fighting evermore to
Earn their last release?
Midgard, Heaven, Kingdom Come
Are they all the same?
Fallen heroes, warriors
The valiant, the slain
Did they believe or did they die in vain?
Immortal dead, brothers and sons
When all is said and all is done
Running for your life, dying for the cause
Pawns in the game, voices from the war
The men they march away to fight
Their fate is never clean
They never all come home again to
Tell of what they've seen
In the battles bloody fury
Is the verdict just?
Executioner, judge and jury
Forgotten in the dust
Valhalla, Happy hunting ground
Are they all the same?
Fallen heroes, warriors the valiant the slain
Did they believe or did they die ashamed
Immortal dead, brothers and sons
All is said, all is done
Fighting to the death
What did they do it for?
Soldiers of the cross, voices from the war
And so you unearth a sense of
Futility in your miserable life
And after all, why are you surprised?
You know nothing nor care to know anything
And so the world is going to fuck you
Dead heroes who fell in countless wars
Who gave their tomorrows for your
Today mean nothing to you
And I am certain that they are
Truly sorry for their sacrifice
So if you feel that the
World is treating you badly, just remember
They're probably coming back from the
Dead to haunt you
For the rest of your putrid, fucking life
Ha ha ha ha ha!
The battlefields are silent now
The graves all look the same
The crosses without number and
So many without names
In the battles misery drowned
In blood and fear a hundred, hundred
Thousand for a hundred thousand years
Are they in a better place?
Or do they lie unclaimed?
The heroes, the deserters, the cowardly
The shamed
Did they know or did they die insane?
Mourn for the lost, Stolen from their lives
Gone before their time
No chance to say goodbye
Fighting to the death
How could they be so sure?
Voices from the grave, voices from the war
Voices from the war voices from the war