SACRIPHYX LYRICS

1. The Nek

[performed by Sacriphyx]

A narrowing of the vision and a tightening of the chest
We are told to hop the bags I guess the officers know best
A harrowing of the vision and an uncanny lack of breath
The first waves failed before us, charged into certain death

Corpses piled above us, minutes before were fit young men
Can't the officers see the slaughter will happen once again
I now wait for the whistle, its sharp call shall send me to my grave
I tremble and despair, a quick death is all that I now crave

We step onto the firing step from which we shall push forth
No bullets in our rifles, our bayonets pointing north
My vision it is blurring from a stream of uncontrollable tears
I farewell the bloke beside me, his eyes mirror my own fears.

2. Quinn's Post

[performed by Sacriphyx]

Up Monash Valley he slipped and strained
Amongst a company of the 4th brigade
To a post filled with the dead and the maimed
On Gallipoli where the legend was made

The rumor had spread far and wide
Of Quinn's Post where a few could survive
Bombs coming in like an evening tide
Where only death, flies, and lice could thrive

A frantic arrival, a mad dash to the trench
Sniper rifle firing a welcoming chant
Unburied bodies and their gut turning stench
A vacant eyed digger and his mumbling chant

"A day in hell doesn't equal
An hour in these trenches
Take me back to the Wazza
With those buxom wenches"

Trenches so close you can hear a Turk cough
No smoking at the front, you'll get us all shot
A noise to the front, jam tin bombs thrown aloft
Fuses too long, the bastards returned the lot.

3. Shell Shock

[performed by Sacriphyx]

Buried alive yet once again, the earth heaves as though it breathes
A deafening roar and a wave of soil, the taste of dirt in the mouth it leaves

Dug out yet again by mates so dear
It's not the shrapnel now we fear

Buried for a minute you feel your mind slipping away
The second time it happens your nerves begin to fray

An unending barrage in this brown desolation
My soul has been shaken to its foundation.

4. Peninsula Of Graves

[performed by Sacriphyx]

The boats they held thirty
Strong tanned arms rowed them true
In front up high on ridges
Awaited turkish machine gun crews

Had they known what would happen
Once the boats scrapped the rocky shore
The would have bloody well rowed faster
To begin the terribly futile war

4:30 arrived with bullets
Death came raining down
Australians fell in numbers
As they leapt from boat to ground

25th of April, morning of the brave
The peak of adventure
A Peninsula of Graves

Many escaped death and injury
Adrenalin sent them up the slopes
The first to kill a Turk
Were many a man's hopes

They were told to spare their bullets
The bayonet they were to use
This was to the diggers' liking
The hellish landing had lit their short fuse

They swept Johnny Turk before them
Dug in on ridges high
They would get not much further
Though months would pass 'em by

25th of April, mourning of the brave
The peak of adventure
A Peninsula of Graves.





SACRIPHYX LYRICS