Across the savage skies and through the fissures in the fields The rumble of the engines and the trundle of the wheels Through hell and horror trudge and yet our spirits never yield Will they sing of these forsaken pawns of war?
Hoist the flags, hold the lines Lessons ever lost to time Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war
My bonnie lays afar upon a lonely eiderdown While I dream of rats and tar within my burrow in the ground Infernal gaping scar of boiling mud and thundering sound They won’t sing of this forsaken pawn of war
Hoist the flags, hold the lines Lessons ever lost to time Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war
Death on the dunes we feed the deserts Blood of the empires on the sands
Hoist the flags, hold the lines Lessons ever lost to time Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war