Cenotaph - Satan

Father forgive them, they know not what they do

Self-obsessed generations without a clue

To the meaning of sacrifice, made by those gone before

Their legend inscribed on the Cenotaph wall

Bow your head for the glorious dead

We will remember

We will remember then

At the Cenotaph wall

They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember then

Mother don’t weep for them, they gave their lives for a cause

Spilled out their lifeblood for you and me

The names of thousands have been etched in stone

Forever inscribed on the Cenotaph wall

Bow your head for the glorious dead

We will remember

We will remember then

At the Cenotaph wall

We will remember then

At the Cenotaph wall