The crow pulls back eyelids to reach his supper

The soldier was mighty but for his wager

His gamble he blundered and the devil took it all

These simple words breaking on black shores

Graves lined up in rows

Blessed be the men who on such days

Lie in sweet repose

Lost in the grasp of old man time

Every clock stops someday

Blessed be the men who on such nights

Face the yawning grave

Clouds weep as the horn blows

When the war is won

White flags raised up by ghosts

And the song is sung

The crow pulls back eyelids to reach his supper

The soldier was mighty but for his wager

His gamble he blundered and the devil took it all

The thorned dead did waltzes as the bloody curtain falls