Pro Patria Mori

Pro Patria Mori
Pro Patria Mori
Pro Patria Mori
Pro Patria Mori

A friend of mine in the firing line got shooting pains
Ten plus nine, not enough time for growing pains
He had bills to pay and foes to slay
I asked him why he bled
And this is what he said
How sweet it is, how sweet it is
Yeah, how sweet it is
Tragic you and use, by the magic tree with our fingers crossed
A six and three, then house for tea, we ate albatross
We had shame to hide, our hands were tied
Why no tears shed, this is what mum said
How sweet it is, yeah how sweet it is
How sweet it is

Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum

I miss those words, I never heard, you never said
Miss the love unscarred, the kiss unshared, the books unread
We had nights to fall
That dreams might call
If only dreams could dare
To meet me on the stairs
How sweet it is, yeah how sweet it is
Yeah how sweet it is
Pro Patria Mori, Pro Patria Mori
Pro Patria Mori

Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum
Dulce et decorum, dulce et decorum