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Angel Of MonsAs darkness came to wash the carbide smellFrom 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 |