Pro Patria Mori Lyrics

"I, too, saw God through mud"
(Wilfred Owen)

Vacuous betrayed mind. Bleeding fingertips
they teared shred out of my bowels and stayed still
skinned sight of useless rocks
I've lost myself in the fold of a morning
killed by the king of a spire and of a faraway ice

Hands are shaking, life slipping away all that matters' an idea

The blood come gargling from down my lungs
obscene as cancer on innocent tongues
"to children ardent for some desperate glory
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"

An icy cold eye. I felt it. It was staring at me
suspended hush drip from the ceiling. Black and dry
too far to hear my scratching on those naked walls
of pillars an infinite succession
Succession

Stinging voices are bouncing on the wall
the speech of the king of a spire and of a faraway ice

Hands are shaking, life slipping away all that matters' an idea
all that matters' an idea

The blood comes gargling from down my lungs
obscene as cancer on innocent tongues
"to children ardent for some desperate glory
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"

Hands are shaking, life slipping away all that matters' an idea
Hands are shaking, life slipping away all that matters' an idea