The Latin One Lyrics - 10,000 Maniacs

Bent double like old beggars in sacks 

Knock kneed and cursing or coughing like hags 

Men marched on sleeping some without boots 

Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots 

Of breaking gas shells 

Dropping softly behind 

But limped on bloodshed 

All went lame all went blind 

Gas gas quick boys fumbling helmets in time 

Someone still screaming a man in fire or lime 

Under a gray cloud dim dark through green light 

In all my dreaming before my helpless sight 

He plunges at me 

Choking guttering drowning 

Put in a wagon he had to keep pace 

As his eyes melt to his face 

If you could hear blood 

Gurgling from ruptured lungs 

If you could witness 

Vile sores on innocent tongues 

You would not tell me 

Not with such pride and such zest 

The lies of history 

Dulce et decorum est 

Pro patria mori 

Some desperate glory 

Pro patria mori 

As witness disturbs the story 

Pro patria mori 

Stand firm boys breathe the glory