The Aftermath (2015 Remaster)

Silently to silence fall In the fields of futile war Toys of death are spitting lead Where boys that were our soldiers bled Warhorse and war machine Curse the name of Liberty Marching on as if they should Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood In the mud and rain What are we fighting for? Is it worth the pain? Is it worth dying for? Who will take the blame? Why did they make a war? Questions that come again Should we be fighting at all? Once, a ploughman hitched his team Here he sowed his little dream Now bodies, arms, and legs are strewn Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom Each moment's like a year I've nothing left inside for tears Comrades dead or dying lie I'm left alone asking, "Why?" In the mud and rain What are we fighting for? Is it worth the pain? Is it worth dying for? Who will take the blame? Why did they make a war? Questions that come again Should we be fighting at all? After the war Left feeling no one has won After the war What does a soldier become After the war Left feeling no one has won After the war What does a soldier become War is over and battles are gone After the war, no one has won I'm just a soldier After the war Left feeling no one has won After the war What does a soldier become After the war Left feeling no one has won After the war What does a soldier become