DUNGEONS OF WAR ©G. Whitman (BMI)
I have seen the faces of eyes that have turned to walk away,
a trembling hand upon the hilt
the skies of blue turn to a dismal grey
Many feet in a foreign land
many banners raised
This I’ve seen, and shall see again, unless the faults of mankind are erased!

Away from the Dungeons (of War) where the fire falls like rain!
And how many lives are spent in a mask of flaming pain?
In need of a reason they shall stain the sinner’s sword
With futile hopes of gaining a crown as the ‘just’ reward

(Lead – Chorus 1 Repeat)

Tears are shed over brothers lost
half a man never feels the same
The hands still clean of the men behind the scenes
of satan’s games
I have seen the faces of those who’ll never really walk away
Empty Stares, a bleeding heart, and vengeance stored ‘till the final day

Away from the Dungeons (of War) where the innocent are slain!
And how many lives are spent in a daze of placing blame?
This is the season to make plowshares from our swords
With future hopes of gaining peace as the ‘just’ reward

(Lead – Chorus 2 Repeat)
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