Antietam (feat. Dave Nachmanoff & Bart van der Zeeuw)

The Sergeant's nearly lost his leg, and probably his life The rebels came from left and rear, not sure how many died I wander down the lines of bodies, far too many miles I would be sick if I'd not seen such things before The corpses lay in twos for four long miles or more I gaze upon the trenches, they have no clear end in sight The pungent stench of sulfur hangs so heavy in the light And only now it's clear to me that this is really war It could be worse, if I'd not seen such things before We must've lost about five hundred men or more Is it really the truth when they say That this fighting will guide us to our freedom Past the soldiers we mowed down like grass Swept away with the blood in the creek of Antietam Now Cloney's joined the captain and four men in prisoner's chains At least the Sergeant's still alive, with one leg to his name So Rickett's battery came down like boulder-heavy rain And though I hate that I have seen such things before The rebels make up twice as many dead, or more Is it really the truth when they say That this fighting will guide us to our freedom Past the soldiers we mowed down like grass Swept away with the blood in the creek of Antietam But do the ends ever justify the means And will the means really bring about the end Sooner or later, I know I'll have to leave For there won't be any men left to defend I'm almost out of paper now, they say we've used it up They gave us clothes and food to eat, they'll pay us soon enough I guess that's all I've left to say, we'll soon be heading south And though I've not been quite so far from home before You haven't written back in sixty days or more Is it really the truth when they say That this fighting will guide us to our freedom Past the soldiers we mowed down like grass Swept away with the blood in the creek of And I hope that it's true when they say That this fighting will guide us to our freedom Past the soldiers we mowed down like grass Swept away with the blood in the creek of Antietam