Soldiers, soldiers, my fellow men,
Why you so blithely sit,
Round the corpses catching fire,
Soaking it’s valiant heat.
Tempt not those circling vultures,
Feed not those saints in black,
To barter the pride of might,
For the courage we so lack.
Remember, do you, my friends,
The dread as trumpets blare,
When the land is alive in madness,
And the blood is in the air.
Through embers and the ashes,
By the gleam of bones and teeth,
We marched on land and water,
In search of victor’s myth.
Say now, cry not, you brave and bold,
Hold up your head and chin,
The deed was done in battle,
And in war there is no sin.
Oh god, our father, see how I mock,
Your beloved and righteous creed,
Send down thy prophet early,
We have none left to lead.
O worthy, worthy, men
O brethren of my birth,
How oft have we been blunted,
By truths of this lying earth,
I thus cannot, and never again,
Pick another shield or sword,
So I can walk this world in search,
Of a blameless, nameless, Lord.
I ask you now, I plead you thus,
To stand now as you stood,
And find a path more worthy,
In the light of this pyre lit wood.
Go mend your boats, my children new,
Go unfurl your freedoms sail,
And wave long to this horizon,
In a final farewell.