On this very day, exactly 100 years ago, Armistice was called to end what was known as the great war. It must have felt like giving birth to your very own son or daughter, Life at last instead of death. Liberation! Liberation from 4 years of oppression, death, suffering and endless pain. Families ripped apart for ever, grief beyond imagination. We have worked to this day as a band to show our respect and honor those who died. This remix of the song "4 Years Of Death", that was first released in May 2015 as the title track of our first album, reflects our feelings perfectly. In all modesty we have revamped the song with the current line-up of Koen, Mille, Markie and Pietn. It is our homage to all victims of the great war.
Recorded, produced and remixed by Koen Biesbrouck, all music by Loose License.
Bandpicture by Bart Vryghem.
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4 Years Of Death
“In Flanders Fields the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard, amid the guns below,
We are the Dead, short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw,
The torch, be yours to hold it high,
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields”
Major John McCrae – 1915
100 years ago, the memory must stay,
100 years ago, please do never forget it,
100 years ago, World War I, 4 years of Death!
People fighting, for who's victory?
For who's luck?, there is no return,
Beloved people, died in misery,
Who is stabbed? Who has been burnt?
Harmless land, swamp of blood,
Desperate life, is it my time now?
Freezing in cold, drowning in mud,
I will die, but I don’t know how.
We fight, brother to brother,
Praying desperate, our own power,
We take, sons of mothers,
Make our people, sad and sour,
Flanders fields, land of honor,
Too many died, too many broken lives,
Such high price, what are they dying for?
Stupid luck, decides who survives,
Fathers of our fathers father,
Long forgotten, by their family,
Wake up now, give them your honors,
Our heroes, embrace in memory,
All that remembers, are the crosses in white,
Rows of soldiers, in death reunite,
Silent sea, of peace believers,
Sleep in Flanders, forever side by side ...
