Liam Neeson - ZurqXiii, Dirty Sinister & Bxtchwrxsts

More than fifty thousand names Are carved on Ypres' Menin gate Of soldiers who have no known graves Just their destiny and date Witness and last testament Name and rank and regiment Is now all that survives From so many squandered lives And for every name inscribed The poor bereaved were left to mourn The passing of all those who died With no white cross on tended lawn No place to go to contemplate The sacrifice this wicked waste No footprint left to show where once they trod Allegedly known unto god From Ypres Arras Aisne and Somme Six unknown soldiers were exhumed A blindfold general picked one man And reverently they brought him home Six black horses drew the hearse Through silent London crowds immersed In deepest thought belief or wishful prayer That it might be their own boy there The metal tyres on the carriage wheels Played the tuneless requiem The sky as grey as bayonet steel Above the sombre hatless men One more enemy to kill That remaining sense of guilt That through it all somehow they had survived Returned to mothers sweethearts wives Familiar streets their own backyards Their medals and all praise ignored Relieved to be his honour guard And walk with him their true reward While far from pomp and circumstance Across the autumn fields of France The trenches start to slowly fill and fade The bloody page turned by the ploughman's blade Thankfully we'll never know If he was constant strong or frail Scared or brave in equal parts Country tanned or city pale A carefree youth or thoughtful lad Not wholly good or wholly bad A bomb does not judge how you played your part A bullet stops a lions heart With softest cloth and gentlest broom To sweep and wipe cathedral dust Like dried tears from this marble tomb Take care for he was one of us In perfect irony and grief The bride's bouquet becomes a wreath And wrapped beneath dark angels folded wings Tommy Atkins rests with kings

And I don't know Jesus anymore And an endless sleep is awaiting me And I haven't finished yet And I'm not a dog for the end of days I'm a bird in a hurricane With the heaviest heart jackhammering in me And I don't know Jesus anymore Unstuck and the whole archipelago is rocking like a suicide pedalo at a high tide Blazing eyes hey how' d'ya keep your eyes ablaze In these faith free, hope free, charity free days Come back to the light Come pull on the bullwhip around my heart Take me to the sea Let me peel and fade by the seaside Where dead men go to die And long standing affairs fizzle in the brine And everybody stares with Eastwood eyes at the horizon And I haven't finished yet Loss is a part of life this long But Dexter and Sinister? I've the heaviest heart jackhammering in me And I don't know Jesus anymore And I don't know Jesus anymore