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Lyrics:
Hold me close until my fear subsides.
Yah I might be the only one left alive.
Oh pull me out of this sullen field. Yes.

I might be too close.

I might be too close.

We’re all alone.
We are alone.
But I don’t know your location.
So many ghosts have come and gone.
They left a ringing in my ear.
We are alive.
The world is ice.
This is a strange vocation.

But I might be too close.

I might be too close.

I can feel you, Mother.
Oh I’m so near you, Mother.

We were all so brave on the outside.
Oh we painted our very own meaning of love
in our letters of blood.

Oh Yes

It goes so fast, like a bomb blast.
The conviction of the righteous is gone.

Yah it goes so fast, like a bomb blast.
The conviction of the righteous is gone.

Yah we are alone
We’re all alone

But I don’t know your location.
So many ghosts they have come and gone.
They left a ringing in my ear.
To put the blade to those you love
This is a strange vocation

I might be to close
I might be to close

I can feel you Mother
Oh I’m so near you Mother

We were all so brave on the outside.
Oh we painted our very own meaning of love
In our letters of blood.

(Bomb blasts)

Oh-ho Yes

We painted our very own meaning in letters of blood

(Bomb blasts)

I saw the frightened faces of the boys coming in for the kill.
So many more of them left to cut down before we take that hill.

And they said,
"Any man here with a merciful thought in his head will be shot where he stands."
So we carried out faithfully, down to the letter, all of the Colonel’s demands.

All the Colonel’s commands.
Yah all of the Colonel’s demands

And in the end we all knew we’d be getting what we got

to the devil by a hangman’s rope with the whole wretched lot.