Voices from the War - Motörhead

Where do all the dead men go from the battlefields?

Where are their exploded bones, their useless swords and shields?

In the Hall of Ancient gods, are they now at pieace?

Or are they fighting evermore to earn their last release?

Midgard, Heaven, Kingdom Come

Are they all the same?

Fallen heroes, warriors

The valiant, the slain

Did they believe or did they die in vain?

Immortal dead, brothers and sons

When all is said and all is done

Running for your life, dying for the cause

Pawns in the game, voices from the war

The men they march away to fight, their fate is never clean

They never all come home again to tell of what they’ve seen

In the battles bloody fury is the verdict just?

Executioner, judge and jury, forgotten in the dust

Valhalla, Happy hunting ground

Are they all the same?

Fallen heroes, warriors the valiant the slain

Did they believe or did they die ashamed

Immortal dead, brothers and sons

All is said, all is done

Fighting to the death, what did they do it for?

Soldiers of the cross, voices from the war

The battlefields are silent now, the graves all look the same

The crosses without number and so many without names

In the battles misery drowned in blood and fear

A hundred, hundred, thousand for a hundred thousand years

Are they in a better place?

Or do they lie unclaimed?

The heroes, the deserters, the cowardly, the shamed

Did they know or did they die insane?

Mourn for the lost, Stolen from their lives

Gone before their time, no chance to say goodbye

Fighting to the death, how could they be so sure?

Voices from the grave, voices from the war

Voices from the war

Voices from the war