The homecoming fanfare is echoing still

Now tapping on tables

And sensing a chill

Poor families expecting loved one's return

Only summon some charlatan spectre

Oh, when will they learn?



You hung the moon

From a gallows in the sky

Choked out the light

From his blue lunar eye



The shore is a parchment

The sea has no tide

Since he was taken from my side



The lines of the fallen are viewed through a glass

But you cannot touch them at all

Or hear their footfall just as they go past

The drunken ground is where they are bound



You hung the moon

From a gallows in the sky

Put out the light in his blue lunar eye



The shore is a parchment

The sea has no tide

Since he was taken from my side



So slap out his terrors

And sneer at his tears

We deal with deserters like this

From the breech to the barrel, the bead we will level

Break earth with a shovel, quick march on the double

Lower him shallow like tallow down in the abyss



You hung the moon

From a gallows in the sky

Choked out the light in his blue lunar eye



The shore is a parchment

The sea has no tide

Since he was taken from my side