Epidemic Hell
There were thousands of us to exchanging us our fevers
In our prison cells where we were living hell
Typhus was killing us, the smell was unbearable
Madness seized our souls and we screamed like dogs
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
We were the soldiers of God fearing neither hunger nor cold
We were strong and courageous with the Vendean people with us
Today we are rats in cage, where the sound of bars is our only silence
Where disease is our only cure, and suffering our only pleasure
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Every day I approach the final sentence
When I will be executed without penance
Tomorrow I'm going to die and I'll wait for noon
Like a proud Vendean to be shot under the moon
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
In our prison cells where we were living hell
Typhus was killing us, the smell was unbearable
Madness seized our souls and we screamed like dogs
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
We were the soldiers of God fearing neither hunger nor cold
We were strong and courageous with the Vendean people with us
Today we are rats in cage, where the sound of bars is our only silence
Where disease is our only cure, and suffering our only pleasure
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Every day I approach the final sentence
When I will be executed without penance
Tomorrow I'm going to die and I'll wait for noon
Like a proud Vendean to be shot under the moon
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
Where are the men who heal?
Where are the men who pray?
Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way?
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Writer(s): Le Lord
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