Uploaded June 2019 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
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Lyrics:
Silently to silence fall in the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
In the mud and rain, what are we fighting for?
Is it worth the pain? Is it worth dying for?
Who will take the blame? Why did they make a war?
Questions that come again, should we be fighting at all?
Once a ploughman hitched his team, here he sowed his little dream
Bodies, arms, and legs are strewn where mustard gas and barb wire bloom
Each moment's like a year, I've nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying like, I'm left alone asking why
In the mud and rain, what are we fighting for?
Is it worth the pain? Is it worth dying for?
Who will take the blame? Why did they make a war?
Questions that come again, should we be fighting at all?
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
What is at home when the battles are done?
After the war and when no one has won
I'm just a soldier
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
I do not own any of the contents within this video. This video is for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement is intended. Credits for the contents go to their respective owners.
Lyrics:
Silently to silence fall in the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
In the mud and rain, what are we fighting for?
Is it worth the pain? Is it worth dying for?
Who will take the blame? Why did they make a war?
Questions that come again, should we be fighting at all?
Once a ploughman hitched his team, here he sowed his little dream
Bodies, arms, and legs are strewn where mustard gas and barb wire bloom
Each moment's like a year, I've nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying like, I'm left alone asking why
In the mud and rain, what are we fighting for?
Is it worth the pain? Is it worth dying for?
Who will take the blame? Why did they make a war?
Questions that come again, should we be fighting at all?
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
What is at home when the battles are done?
After the war and when no one has won
I'm just a soldier
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
After the war, left feeling no one has won
After the war, what does a soldier become?
