People often now stand and stare
And wonder who could they be
That would leave such a lasting
Tribute to their lives
But they never look down in the undergrowth
At the pile of broken stone
Or spare a thought
For all the young men who have died
Ruined Chapels and neglected graves
Have masked the truth for years
Only mangled limbs
Bear witness to their pain
Their lord and masters pampered lives
Are marked by a granite tomb
But in d**h the bones
Will always look the same
The hooves of black plumed horses
Are silent on the cobbled streets
And a rusty lock secures the cemetery gates
The age is long since dead and gone
When they ruled in our domain
All that's left are these sentinels of hate
Stone and marble pillars reaching higher
Pointing ever upward to the skies
Looking down on the rank and file
Beneath them in the cold dark ground
As they'd done throughout their selfish lives
All through there lives!
Evening falls to cast shadows ever longer
To slowly move across each soul again
As if to say look up to me
I'm still your master as I'll always be
Even in d**h our roles are still the same
They haven't changed!
Ashes down to ashes, dust down to dust
It was the children born with a silver spoon
And dealt the kind hand of fate
Created these monoliths to power
Built these sentinels of hate!
Their pious names cut deep into the marble
Clear for all to see down though the years
The means to their success lies buried
In crumbling vaults with broken headstones
No reflection left of all the tears
Shed down the years