Colour of the Rose

Soldiers are marching off to war Footsteps of those who went before
Trenches infested with disease
The ghosts of Gallipoli

Lost youth, in the fog of war
Lost youth, in the fog of war

They all bleed the colour of the Rose
Live and die for the scraps from the throne
The machine grinding mortar out of bones
They all bleed the colour of the Rose

Shell shock, artillery guns
War dogs beat upon their drums
Wounded in the middle of nowhere
Buzzards circle in the air



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Maracle
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