Karskys Dead Soldiers -

Gather round the glass and grab hold of your ladies

We’ll send off Karsky’s Soldiers one by one

We’ll drink your health by the fire, keep one step ahead of hell

Cuz dead men never see the rising sun

Has it come right down to this your time’s run up at last

There’s no one left to hear your dying song

And as you board your ship to sail from these forgotten shores

We handful who are left will send you on

May your passage be fast, may you find your peace at last

On the other side of death’s eternal door

But don’t reach for the Cross, your hands aren’t clean enough

Just pray that someone settled up the score

Buried in a ditch, just outside the chapel wall

Two diggers sang you Near My God to Thee

And the pastor read a sermon founded in the book of Job

Such words would make a faithless man believe

May your passage be fast, may you find your peace at last

On the other side of death’s eternal door

But don’t reach for the Cross, your hands aren’t clean enough

Just pray that someone settled up the score