Lone Pine by The Mark of Cain Lyrics

It's a strange land
When you're an outlander
The discovery of wanting
An ecstasy of fumbling

And while the Earth leapt at our feet
Its hands like those of ancient lovers
Pulling us
They'll follow us in our every move
Drag us down, alone, under

Drag me down
Drag me down
(Drag me)

And fortune, she's a cunt
And there are few that die well
When they're in the front
In The Nek, or the neck
One's as good as the other
We dragged our boots over no man's land
And held our sway, when lead did sing
And pulled the others in our wake
Try not to think, only take

It's a cold place to be
In between
A shipwreck at sea
From Paschendale
To Villiers Bretonneaux
The Nek, Lone Pine
And Anzac Cove

Drag me down
Drag me down

Stepping and trudging
This endless grim mile
Nothing ahead
But the naked and dead

Deceased and devoid
Nothing ahead
Stepping and trudging
The naked and dead
Nothing moves forward
Nothing ahead
Deceased and devoid
The naked and dead

The naked and dead
The naked and dead