Lyrics Miracle Of Sound - Pawns Of War

Across the savage skies and through the fissures in the fields
The rumble of the engines and the trundle of the wheels
Through hell and horror trudge and yet our spirits never yield
Will they sing of these forsaken pawns of war?

Hoist the flags, hold the lines
Lessons ever lost to time
Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war

My bonnie lays afar upon a lonely eiderdown
While I dream of rats and tar within my burrow in the ground
Infernal gaping scar of boiling mud and thundering sound
They won’t sing of this forsaken pawn of war

Hoist the flags, hold the lines
Lessons ever lost to time
Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war

Death on the dunes we feed the deserts
Blood of the empires on the sands

Hoist the flags, hold the lines
Lessons ever lost to time
Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war