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The Bloody Saints

The Bloody Saints are running Running across the plain Charging at the enemy Through the wind and pouring rain

Trenches lie between them As the soldiers fight and die The fallen lie in restful sleep as their brothers fight and cry

They ask for no mercy They dream of no tomorrow The Bloody Saints fight ever on Ignoring their pains or sorrow

The Bloody Saints are running Running across the plain Charging at the enemy Through the wind and pouring rain