December 1943 - Defeater
Written by:Derek Archambault/Jake Woodruff/Jay Maas/Joe Longobardi/Mike Poulin
I can't remember
Remember
Each time it slipped right through my fingers
The eyes and faces of my brothers
My brothers
They never made it back home to their mothers
And all I remember
Remember
Of 1943 December
Is Sullivan and I behind the line
We gather
We gather
The flock to hold a mass with the father
And the smoke lead the way back to death and flames
My disbelief in what laid before me
Bombed out with no warning no hope
No hands to hold no hands to pray for me
No hands to hold no hands to pray
No hands to hold no hands to pray
No hands to hold no hands to pray
No hands to hold
And I remember
Remember
The prayers my mother's mother taught her
And though I'm no believer believer
I'd be dead with my fellow men and the preacher
No hands to pray
If I should die before before I wake
I pray the lord for my soul my soul to take
No hands to hold no hands to pray
No hands to hold no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold no hands to pray
No hands to hold no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold no hands to pray
No hands to hold no hands to pray for me