Melancholy Soldiers

Who fed you to the lions? When hanging from a tree It's a case of melancholy There's no tourists at the sea Twelve saw decaying monuments While marching on attack Eleven watched a single Thus continued on the march Oh, oh Pin point toward horizon Convalescent to the last A moment lost of imagery The last word to the cast Won't you listen to the danger? I can't listen any more Oh, oh This, oh, oh oh This, oh, oh oh This, to march along This, on indwelt seed This is a panorama This is a soldier's creed From this came a stranger All the marching seemed to halt From this came a moment Then the march led to assault The dwellers took position While commanding genocide The enemy were helpless And there's lots more besides Oh, oh This, to march along This, on indwelt seed This is a panorama This is a soldier's creed This, oh, oh oh This, oh, oh oh