B.R.E Presents:"Hold Me Back" (A WW2 Story)
(spoken)
Who had no graves but only epitaphs
Where never so many spoke for never so few:
Per ardua, said the partisans of Mars,
Per aspera, to the stars.
(rappin)
Bombs, Gunshots Firing Overhead, I Could’ve Been A Writer, Bit I Choose War Instead...
I Became A Fighter, With My Life, Hanging On By A Slender Thread...
My Life has Been Through A Blender, I Can See Only Disappointment Ahead...
Out Here, Everyone’s Favourite Colour Is Red, Countless Innocent Lives, Ripped To A Shred...
Carefully We Silently Tread, Through No-Mans Land, Trying To Keep A Steady Hand...
We’re At Expense, Of The Generals Command, They Can Not Appreciate Us, And Understand...
What Our Lives Had Planned, Or The Amount Of Pain, One Man Can Withstand...
We’re Just A Pawn In The Game, Although Most Pawns , Will Come Out Forever Lame...
Torture We Adamantly Proclaim, A Steady Aim, Kills A Solider, With a Already Forgotten Name..
No One Knew, Of What Became Of Him, His Love Ones, Never Knew I Tore Him Limb From Limb...
x2 These Motherfuckers Here Can’t HOLD ME BACK...
These Satanist’s Here, Can’t HOLD ME BACK...
Going Over The Top, For The Final Attack...
These Motherfuckers Here Can’t HOLD ME BACK
Never Knew, Killing A Man, Meant So Much Distress, A Single Shot, With Accurate Success...
Even Now, I Still Confess, This Mans Soul, I Ungratefully Possess...
His Deceased Mind, I Still Bless, I Still Suppress, Leaving A Man Blind...
Sorely Stricken By Taking a Life, From The Confined Clutches Of Mankind...
To 87th Infan-try, They Had Me Assigned, By July, I’ll Dishonourably Resign...
Going Over The Top, One Last Time, Over The Trench, For One Last Solitary Climb...
The Horror, Had My Heart Sublime, I Had No Regard For What Soldiers Were Mine...
Firing Everywhere, Accumulating My Contribution To Battlefield Grime...
To Survive, All I Needed Was A Sign, But Till Then, God I’ll Continue To Contravene...
Gangrene, Death, Horror All Around Me, Having To Witness This, Surrounding Me...
Profound Thoughts, Controlling Me, In This Game, I Gotta Act Fast – Like Bruce Lee...
No One Knew, Of What Became Of Him, His Love Ones, Never Knew I Tore Him Limb From Limb...
x2 These Motherfuckers Here Can’t HOLD ME BACK...
These Satanist’s Here, Can’t HOLD ME BACK...
Going Over The Top, For The Final Attack...
These Motherfuckers Here Can’t HOLD ME BACK
(spoken)
Seldom the ghosts come back bearing their tales
Of hitting the earth, the incompressible sea,
But stayed up there in the relative wind,
Shades fading in the mind,
Who had no graves but only epitaphs
Where never so many spoke for never so few:
Per ardua, said the partisans of Mars,
Per aspera, to the stars.
x4 These Motherfuckers Here Can’t HOLD ME BACK...
These Satanist’s Here, Can’t HOLD ME BACK...
Going Over The Top, For The Final Attack...
These Motherfuckers Here Can’t HOLD ME BACK
