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March To The Witch's Castle


February 12th, 1973
The prayers of thousands were answered
The war was over and the first of the prisoners returned
Needless to say it was the happiest day in up

To thirteen years for most
Others, the real nightmare had just begun
The nightmare of readjustment
And for those, we will pray

Woah, oh, oah
Woah, oh, oah
Whoa, oh... woah

Father, bless the soldier who
Has returned home from the war
He has fought with all his might
Yet he knew not for what or who he was fighting for

Death waited in the shadows
As he crawled by night for his country
His enemies was many
Including the habit he still cannot break

Father, we pray that we might understand
What has happened to his mind
And help us understand his reaction
To the changes that has taken place here at home

And Father, smile upon us with your grace
For we will need you more than ever
Help him understand that
When his loved ones remarried
They were truly under the impression
That he was dead and would never return

Oh Lord, we pray and Father, why must wars be fought?
Someone said this war ended with "Peace with Honor"
But can that truly be? Is there such a thing?
Thousands of boys gave their life and for what? Do anybody know?

Oh Lord, give us the strength
To understand ourselves
For we are a mysterious animal
Man and as the boys march home
To the witch's castle

They will all need your help
I can hear them calling, calling out to you Father
For there is no one else that can help
Smile upon us, oh Lord

For we are, very weak
Very weak, very weak
Very weak, very weak

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