an ecstasy of flumbling

fitting the helmets just in time

but someone still was yelling out and stumbling

and foundring like a man in fire or lime

through the misty panes and thick green light

as under a green sea, i saw him drowning

the creatures in the frost's breath

blasphemy in my eyes

the holy sin for the glory

all... in my dreams, before the helpless sight

i come, falling in the dark

the world and men are hurting me!

the world and men are hurting me!

in my dream before the helpless sight

the great hymn...

in my dreams, before the helpless sight

i come, falling in the dark

for all... follow me



our sword is truth, our shield is faith and honor

in age or youth, our hearts and minds we pledge

though we may day, to save our people and land

this cause will stand, our millions marching on

we close our ranks in loyalty and courage

the god our thanks for comrades tried and true

let traitors squail and fear the wrath of honest men

who rise again to smash the devil's throng

we march and fight to death or on to victory

our might is bright, no traitors shall prevail

our hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell

no shot or shell can still our mighty song

can still our mighty song

your honor in my heart

oh falling earth

covered with pestilence and death...

what passing bells for these who die as cattle

only the monstrous anger of the guns

only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle

can patter out their hasty orisons

no mockeries now for them, no prayers nor bells

nor any voice of mourning save the choirs

the shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells

and bugles calling for them from sad shires

what candles may be held to speed them all?

not in the hands of boys but in their eyes

shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes

it is sweet and meet fitting to die for ones country.