We're living underground
these are the hours now
that we are dying out
we let the wounded howl
they pass the stretchers down
and we just throw them out
this is the art of war
this is the weight of all the things that take their toll sacrifice is made we never gave enough
hold trust in battle sacrs
every man will fall if given long enough
in these cathedral wall
bandages and broken bones
praying let this go one way or another.


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Bastogne song meanings
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