soundofmanywaters

Remembrance, Red Army Choir, Hand Crafted Remembrance So from your high cross did you see afar in the armour, swords, the boots and horses, the tramp of armies off to another war the flags of battles and the hills of corpses? So did you hear among our taunts and sneers The echoing centuries of rage and hate? the weeping lovers and the mothers' fears, The curses hurled, the ever hardened heart? And when they gave you bitter vinegar could you taste upon parched lips the sting of pain? the mad, the violated, those who  bear sorrows drowned by the victors' idiot song? Finally, when they bashed an iron nail  into each hand, and in your side a spear aimed for your life, could your heart still feel Compassion for the ones who slew you there? An athlete’s sweat, a mother’s pain, are wounds Of love: nothing lives without a sacrifice. Not the bite of nails, it is love that binds Your broken body to this killing place. Red Army Choir This is not a war Rumbled a tank as it crushed a car W...