Battle Hymns

The Nightwatchman

  • 																					Battle hymns for the broken
    Battle hymns for the misled
    Battle hymns for the wretched
    The forgotten and the dead
    Battle hymns of redemption
    Of solidarity and pride
    Battle hymns we will be singing
    At the turning of the tide

    Can you explain to the mothers
    And the fathers of those
    Who come riding home in coffins
    In their military clothes
    Shiny medals pinned
    To their dead teenage chests
    While the trumpets blare
    And you lie your best
    So ask all you want
    From the dusk til the dawn
    The answer's still no
    Cause brother I'm gone

    Battle hymns for the broken
    Battle hymns for the misled
    Battle hymns for the wretched
    The forgotten and the dead
    Battle hymns of redemption
    Of solidarity and pride
    Battle hymns we will be singing
    At the turning of the tide

    Can you explain away the sleight of hand
    And the criminality
    Of spending souls for oil
    Well in the mirror I can see
    I am the path that leads down
    I am a dark and bloody hall
    I'm the reaper, executioner
    Hangman, judge, and the law
    So tie a yellow ribbon
    Round the oak tree on the lawn
    But the cavalry's not comin'
    Cause brother they're gone

    Battle hymns for the broken
    Battle hymns for the misled
    Battle hymns for the wretched
    The forgotten and the dead
    Battle hymns of redemption
    Of solidarity and pride
    Battle hymns we will be singing
    At the turning of the tide

    So I'm sharpening my shovel
    I'm firing the kiln
    I'm blind and I am purposeful
    A martyr on the hill
    The dream you might be dreaming
    Might be someone else's dream tonight
    I'm the whisperer of misgivings
    I'm the fading tail light
    I'm the call for retribution
    From the back of the smoke filled hall
    I'm the vow of bitterness
    I'm the poison in the well
    I've a photographic memory
    Of the deeds I will avenge
    I'm the cold in the river hollow
    I've a hatpin, I've a plan
    I don't care of cause or consequence
    Head shaved and body lean
    I'm the go-getter, the score settler
    I'm the shadow on the green
    There's a flock of blackbirds flying
    Nearly ten thousand strong
    Who set off this morning
    And brother they're gone

    Battle hymns for the broken
    Battle hymns for the misled
    Battle hymns for the wretched
    The forgotten, for the dead
    Battle hymns of redemption
    Of solidarity and pride
    Battle hymns we will be singing
    At the turning of the tide

    (source: official site)

    by andresilva_dtna

Compositor: Tom Morello

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