Music © 2008 by EZamor Lyrics © 2008 by Daniel Staniforth/EZamor Inspired by a short poem by Nate River All instruments by E. Zamorano Vocals by D. Staniforth Lyrics: Why are dead men contrite I feel the chill of their bodies tonight I taste the blood in the dustless rain Somehow I know I will never be the same Most of my friends are buried fore they’re dead I hear them moan in the sand and cordite Much more than blood or tears is shed In this last cold testament of fright

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