Night, longest night, the eve of our dismay In silence we rise with dawns cold light Cherished thoughts of home, an image of hope untold Inside our spirits ignite the flame to keep us alive
"By lamplight i write to thee Not words of joy but solemn misery Our blood has stained this sodden land In floods of rain, in no-mans land Comrades all each morning light We pray at dawn to make the night"
Worn are our hearts, burdened with sickening fear and frozen in foreign fields Deep are our scars, remembered in shades of red when at last our eyes may close Dead are our dreams, lost to relentless fire Sordid beyond belief, and spoiled for all
Rid your mind of sympathy and bury your remorse
Gone is all hope, scarred by the ash and fire yet drowning in the scarlet rain Dark are our thoughts when fierce-some roars subside and forlorn skies surround Long we have endured the nightmare of Hell on earth And wondered, when will it end?
Rid your mind of sympathy and bury your remorse
Amidst the blood and fury through the waves and final cries no word, no precious breath was wasted upon the ears Of our dying friends
But with the meeting of our eyes came the solace of not dying alone... ...Or unknown
My god, I plead with thee, shield us or end our pain And lessen the sorrow we leave to those whom we hold dear And to those we will never hold, should the morrow be my last