It can be heard
In every man, every bullet, every shell
In every word, ink and pen
Every family torn, every post marked stamp wishing them well

I'm a man of no faith
But I'm familiar with hell

It can be seen
On every kid
Scared to death
The wear and the pain on their face

We march on
Into snow, into rain
Our trenches, our fox holes and our early graves

I'm a man of no faith
But I'm familiar with hell

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Name  No Faith
Artist  Defeater
Album  Letters Home