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