إحداثيات كلمات الأغنية
ENالكلمات الأصلية
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A voice calls 'cry havoc,
and let slip the dogs of war'
Stay your hand no more
No reason, hope or glory
Beneath the chain of command
Dreams fade in the wind like sand
No one cares
Who you really are
Nameless, faceless, shouting out
In vain the battle cry
Lost in the thunder of the war machines roar
Not a holy nor a heathen symbol
Can save you poor soul now
Face the curtain with a bow
What do you think your worth is
When the wheel of battle rolls
Today for you it tolls
No one cares
Who you really are
Nameless, faceless, shouting out
In vain the battle cry
Lost in the thunder of the war machines roar
The promises you gave
It's time to take them back
You're lucky to even get you name
On your epitaph
