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ned rorem - a night battle lyrics

what scene is this? __ is this indeed humanity __ these butchers’ shambles? there they lie, in an open sp_ce in the woods, 300 poor fellows __ the groans and screams mixed with the fresh scent of the night, that slaughter_house! o well is it their mothers cannot see them. some have their legs blown off __ some bullets through the breast __ some indescribably horrid wounds in the face or head, all mutilated, sickening, torn, gougеd out __ some mere boys__ thеy take their turns with the rest. such is the camp of the wounded while over all the clear, large moon comes out at times softly, amid the crack and crash and yelling sounds the clear_obscure up
there, those buoyant upper oceans __ a few large placid stars beyond
coming languidly out, and then disappearing __ the melancholy, draperied night around. and there, upon the roads and in those woods, that contest, never one more desperate in any age or land

what history, i say, can ever give __ for who can know __ the mad
determin’d tussle of the armies? who know the conflict in flashing_moonbeam’d woods __ the writhing squads __ the cries, the din, the distant cannon __ the cheers and calls and threats and awful music of the oaths __ the indescribable mix __ the officers’ orders, the devils fully rous’d in human hearts __ the strong shout, charge, men, charge and still again the moonlight pouring silvery soft its radiant patches over all. who paint the scene, the sudden partial panic of the afternoon, at dusk? who paint the scene, the sudden partial panic of the afternoon, at dusk?

- ned rorem lyrics

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