With no remorse I want to die

The Foggy Dew Lyrics

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew

Most of you folk probably never heard of this song. It's a Irish folk song, and it tells of...., oh well. Read the lyrics and you'll get the picture : P
Anyways, for those of you who don't know me very well, I LOVE this kind of things. You know... war, battle fighting for a freedom light, dying (although I prefer killing) for what's right. And since any human conflict consist of at least 2 parties with their own ideas of what's right.... It really doesn't matter which side your on as long as you believe in it.
I see this kind of thing as the shortest and easiest way to live and die... Esspecially since I have always looked for a meaning in live.
Hmmm.... come to think of it, I think I understand what those human bomber are after.

Nodee