Battle Hymns Lyrics

Battle hymns for the broken

Battle hymns for the mislead

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 metals pinned on their dead teenage chests

While the trumpets blare

And you lie your best, so ask all you want

From the dusk till the dawn

The answer is still no

Cause brother I'm gone

Battle hymns for the broken

Battle hymns for the mislead

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 slide 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 the 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 calvarys not comin cause brother their gone

Battle hymns for the broken

Battle hymns for the mislead

Battle hymns for the wretched
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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

And I'm firing my kilm

I'm blind and I am purposeful

A martyr on the hill

The dream you might be dreamin

Might be someone elses dream tonight

I'm the whisperer of misgivens

And I'm the fading tail light

I'm the call for retrobution

From the back of the smoke filled hall

I'm the vile of bitterness

I am the poison in the well

I'm the photographic memory

Of the deeds I will avenge

I'm the cold in the river hollow

I have a hat pin, I have a plan

And I don't care for cause of consequence

Head shaved and body lean

I'm the go-getter, the score-settler

I'm the shadow on the green

And there's a flock of black birds flying

Nearly ten thousand strong

They were set off this morning

And brother, their gone

Battle hymns for the broken

Battle hymns for the mislead

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