Kilmaine Saints - Devil’s Den

Текст с Bandcamp’a: “Marching away through the heat of the day Strides a broken young man The ghosts still remain from the men that he’s slain By his own killing hand Born on the streets he grew up hard & mean Raised in Paradise Square But the blood and the gore of this cruel Civil War Five Points cannot compare They gave him his pack and his blue Union hat And a gun to go with The 4th Battery, New York artillery Under brave Captain Smith They fought at Bull Run, and defended Washington Raining death from the sky But when Lee headed North our boy James was called forth With a rallying cry Just one more shot of whiskey, it helps me to feel brave With one hand on my rifle, and one foot in the grave There’s no hope of surrender, but only to defend Please say a prayer for 50 men who held at Devils’ Den They formed up their ranks on the left Union flank As they fired off their guns The biggest of shells caused a thunderous hell When they roared at the sun Scores fell down dead, others lay there & bled Bodies broken & maimed Yet our hearts fell, with that proud Rebel Yell Through the smoke they still came No help came our way on that terrible day & no call to retreat Many men fell, Captain Smith did as well Braver than in defeat The hot kiss of lead fell across James’ head as he fell to the ground Yet as he lay he heard that battle hymn as his last dying sound Just one more shot of whiskey, it helps me to feel brave With one hand on my rifle, and one foot in the grave There’s no hope of surrender, but only to defend Please say a prayer for 20 men who held at Devils’ Den Just one more shot of whiskey, it helps me to feel brave With one hand on my rifle, and one foot in the grave There’s no hope of surrender, but only to defend Please say a prayer for all good men who fell at Devils’ Den from Drunken Redemption, released September 17, 2012“