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Angel Of Mons

As darkness came to wash the carbide smell
From a day which had seen no peace
In muddy trenches, frozen to the bone
We lay in our thousands alone
Young Tommy groaned as the stones turned red
From an Englishman's veins bled dry
By a rain of lead dreamt in the General's head
Which was never on the line

Oh – no survivors
Oh – no survivors
And there was my Angel
On that night when only the stars shone
My vision of safety
Are you lost to me now?
Lost to me now
Are you lost to me now?
Lost to me now
Oh – my Angel
Oh – my Angel
Oh – my Angel
My Angel of Mons

Now again as the swords are drawn
The lion comes in from the cold
To lay before the leaders of the kingdom
The preophecy's foretold
No-one heard me as I shouted at the night
The streets were empty but the guns were in sight
They watched for shadows that were out of place
The silence stiffened lines across my face

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