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There were thousands of us to exchanging us our fevers

in our prison cells where we were living hell

Typhus was killing us, the smell was unbearable

Madness seized our souls and we screamed like dogs

Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ?

Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ?

Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ?

Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ?

We were the soldiers of God fearing neither hunger nor cold

We were strong and courageous with the Vendean people with us

Today we are rats in cage, where the sound of bars is our only silence, where disease is our only cure, and suffering our only pleasure

Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ?

Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ?

Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ?

Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ?

Every day I approach the final sentence

when I will be executed without penance

Tomorrow I’m going to die and I’ll wait for noon

like a proud Vendean to be shot under the moon

Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ?

Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ?

Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ?

Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ?