The Damned
"In Dulce Decorum"


Dear mother, how I will write this line
When I know I'm counting time
I'm tired and I'm scared
I'm waiting and death's my friend

To say in God we trust not for this
Oh the death and glory boys not for this

Dear beloved, try to write to you
Through the senseless deaths of a million troops
I'm waiting, my time is near
As my tears wash away my years

To say in God we trust not for this
Oh the death and glory boys not for this

Where I walk, where I see
The haunting flares where my friends bleed
I fear the face of an enemy
Of a man or boy who is just like me
Now you're not there
All the tears we bled
Cut through like winters rain
Can't you feel the pain

And if I could ever sleep again
I know till the end of time I'd hear
Their screams of pain
Dulce dulce decorum
Dulce dulce decorum
Dulce
Dear mother, I'll write to you