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Power Metal Ballad - Sonnet of War
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Lyrics by Dan Abrams
Music by Suno
(Verse 1)
She wanted to know about that war
Of the men that I had killed
The lost days of bygone gore
And all the blood that I have spilled
(Verse 2)
I didn't speak of the dead's whisper
The tragic stories they had to tell
The burned flesh, searing crisper
Of their anguish felt in Hell
(Chorus)
In the Sonnet of War we bled and cried
Through the ashes of hope, where the innocent died
You can't run you can't hide from what you've seen
The ghosts of the past won't leave you clean
But I keep marching on through the pain and the fear
'Cause the scars of war don't disappear
(Verse 3)
I buried him there my new found friend,
In a grave of shallow sand.
What if I had found my end?
And was buried in a foreign land?
(Verse 4)
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Poor bastard of happenstance
Everyone has to die
(Guitar solo)
(Chorus)
In the Sonnet of War we bled and cried
Through the ashes of hope where the innocent died
You can't run you can't hide from what you've seen
The ghosts of the past won't leave you clean
But I keep marching on through the pain and the fear
'Cause the scars of war don't disappear
(Outro)
Years later I talked with her
with the words that I could find
But it all was such a blur
And why pollute her mind?
Music by Suno
(Verse 1)
She wanted to know about that war
Of the men that I had killed
The lost days of bygone gore
And all the blood that I have spilled
(Verse 2)
I didn't speak of the dead's whisper
The tragic stories they had to tell
The burned flesh, searing crisper
Of their anguish felt in Hell
(Chorus)
In the Sonnet of War we bled and cried
Through the ashes of hope, where the innocent died
You can't run you can't hide from what you've seen
The ghosts of the past won't leave you clean
But I keep marching on through the pain and the fear
'Cause the scars of war don't disappear
(Verse 3)
I buried him there my new found friend,
In a grave of shallow sand.
What if I had found my end?
And was buried in a foreign land?
(Verse 4)
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Poor bastard of happenstance
Everyone has to die
(Guitar solo)
(Chorus)
In the Sonnet of War we bled and cried
Through the ashes of hope where the innocent died
You can't run you can't hide from what you've seen
The ghosts of the past won't leave you clean
But I keep marching on through the pain and the fear
'Cause the scars of war don't disappear
(Outro)
Years later I talked with her
with the words that I could find
But it all was such a blur
And why pollute her mind?