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
