The Mark Of Cain - Lone Pine lyrics

It's a strange land When you're an outlander The discovery of wanting An ecstasy of fumbling And while the Earth leapt at our feet Its hands like those of ancient lovers Pulling us They'll follow us in our every move Drag us down, alone, under Drag me down Drag me down (Drag me) And fortune, she's a c*nt And there are few that die well When they're in the front In the neck, or the nick One's as good as the other We dragged our boots over no man's land And held our sway, when lead did sing And pulled the others in our wake Try not to think, only take It's a cold place to be In between A shipwreck at sea From Paschendale To Villiers Bretonneaux The neck, Lone Pine And Anzac Cove Drag me down Drag me down Stepping and trudging This endless grim mile Nothing ahead But the naked and dead Deceased and devoid Nothing ahead Stepping and trudging The naked and dead Nothing moves forward Nothing ahead Deceased and devoid The naked and dead The naked and dead The naked and dead