Forgotten Heroes
Cloven Hoof Lyrics


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I'm a soldier
Born and raised to kill,
Nerves of steel
Forged by an iron will.
No heart to run away.

Here where the bullets fly,
There's no one left
To hear my battle cry.
Mine is not to reason why?

Forgotten heroes,
The battle has been won.
No more heroes,
But their memory lingers on.
Forgotten heroes,
Too late to count the cost,
No more heroes,
The languid and the lost.

Cheating death so many times,
Haunted spirits of the front line.
They seem to have died in vain.

Trenches deep in blood,
The stench of corpses
Sinking into mud.
Did the sacrifice do any good?

Help me sweet Jesus,
I feel I can't go on.
Our ranks are falling,
Reinforcements are gone.

Mortars are pounding,
It seems this is the end.
A case of death or glory,
What honour to defend?

Oh Forgotten Heroes,
Oh Forgotten Heroes,




Oh Forgotten Heroes,
Oh Forgotten Heroes.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Forgotten Heroes" by Cloven Hoof pay tribute to soldiers who have fought bravely for their country and lost their lives in battle. The song describes a soldier who has been trained to kill and has been hardened by the hardships of war. Despite the danger, the soldier remains stoic and steadfast, determined to carry out their duty. However, as the battle rages on, the soldier begins to question the value of the sacrifice that he and his fellow soldiers are making. As they face seemingly insurmountable odds, he calls out for divine intervention in a moment of desperation.


The chorus of the song is a lament for the forgotten heroes, those who have lost their lives in battle but whose memory lives on. The song is a reflection on the futility of war and the heavy toll it takes on the soldiers who fight it. The repeated refrain of "Oh Forgotten Heroes" is a call to remember and honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice.


Overall, "Forgotten Heroes" is a powerful song that captures the pain and sacrifice of war. It is a tribute both to the soldiers who have fought and to the human cost of conflict.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a soldier
I am a person who has been trained and prepared to engage in an armed conflict.


Born and raised to kill,
My upbringing and education have only prepared me for violent and lethal tasks.


Nerves of steel
I have a remarkable ability to remain calm and composed under intense and stressful situations.


Forged by an iron will.
My inner strength and determination are unbreakable and unwavering.


No heart to run away.
I lack the desire or courage to flee from danger or battle.


Here where the bullets fly,
In this place where gunfire and other weapons are being used,


There's no one left
All my fellow soldiers have been killed or injured and are no longer present.


To hear my battle cry.
No one is around to listen to me shout or yell during the fight.


Mine is not to reason why?
It is not my role or duty to question or challenge the orders given to me in this battle.


Forgotten heroes,
The soldiers who fought and died here are not remembered or celebrated.


The battle has been won.
The conflict has ended and my side has emerged as victorious.


No more heroes,
There are no more soldiers who are brave, courageous or admired among us.


But their memory lingers on.
However, the memory of those soldiers who have lost their lives still remains.


Forgotten heroes,
Once again referring to the soldiers who fought here and have not been recognized.


Too late to count the cost,
It is too late to calculate or measure the price that has been paid in this war.


No more heroes,
repeated as a reminder that nobody is left to look up to with pride or respect.


The languid and the lost.
The soldiers who have survived this war are exhausted and disoriented, feeling defeated and hopeless.


Cheating death so many times,
I have managed to avoid getting killed numerous times by sheer luck or skill.


Haunted spirits of the front line.
The memories of the traumatic events and losses experienced in the war continue to plague my thoughts and emotions.


They seem to have died in vain.
Despite all their efforts and sacrifices, the soldiers who have died have not accomplished anything meaningful or worthwhile.


Trenches deep in blood,
The ditches in which the soldiers took cover and battled from are now filled with blood.


The stench of corpses
An overpowering odor of decaying bodies surrounds us.


Sinking into mud.
The flesh and bones of the dead soldiers are slowly sinking and merging with the soil.


Did the sacrifice do any good?
The question arises whether the efforts and deaths of the soldiers have had any positive impact or result.


Help me sweet Jesus,
A desperate plea to Jesus, asking for divine intervention and assistance.


I feel I can't go on.
I have reached a point of exhaustion and hopelessness.


Our ranks are falling,
More and more of my comrades are getting killed or severely injured.


Reinforcements are gone.
We are no longer receiving any support or additional troops, leaving us in a helpless situation.


Mortars are pounding,
The sound of bombshells exploding is deafening and terrifying.


It seems this is the end.
It appears that our defeat and death are inevitable and imminent.


A case of death or glory,
The outcome of this battle will either result in our deaths or glorious victory.


What honour to defend?
What dignity, respect or admiration can we really gain by fighting in this war?


Oh Forgotten Heroes,
Closing as it started, with a lament to the lack of respect and recognition given to the soldiers who fought here.


Oh Forgotten Heroes,
Repeated for emphasis and emotional effect.


Oh Forgotten Heroes,
Again, emphasizing the lack of recognition and the mournful tone.


Oh Forgotten Heroes.
Final repetition, ending with the same sense of remorse and sadness for the unnamed and unsung heroes of the battlefield.




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