Spectres & Ghosts

Leather boots step on the killing field Breath hangs in crystals of ice Bayonets fixed and ready to charge Both sides believe that they're right Bodies crash down all around The air filled with chaos and smoke The forward lines throb as shells and hearts burst The wine of youth stains the snow The light of life begins to fade "My God! Where are you?!" they cry No man's land is a terrible place For so many souls to die At dusk the guns fall silent No more charges of men against hope The dead lie frozen where they fell A world of specters and ghosts The light of life begins to fade "My God! Where are you?!" they cry No man's land is a terrible place For so many souls to die What is the price of freedom? The cost of arrogance is more We live and we learn and we fight and we die And yet we learn nothing from war The light of life begins to fade "My God! Where are you?!" they cry No man's land is a terrible place For so many souls to die So many souls to die So many souls to die So many souls to die So many souls to die