When the Guns Fell Silent - Warbringer

«O, my brave companions

When your souls flock silently away

And the eyeless dead shame that the wild beast of battle on the ridge

Death will stand grieving in that field of war

Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent

And through some mooned Valhalla there shall pass

Batallions and batallions, scarred from hell

The unreturning army that was youth

The legions who have suffered

And are dust»

March through the mud and the rain

The soldiers disappearing into the gray

Hopeless, they look to the sky

For years they have bled on the line

I saw them advancing

Into the smoke and the fire

They were cut down

I saw, as the brave men…

Died, by their thousands, forgotten

Their names carved upon a white cross

The rows stretch into the horizon

And no words can speak of the loss

I saw warriors broken

Upon the anvil of Verdum

Unreturning, the legions

Who suffered and are dust

Our tattered banners fly in the wind

Over the top, we charge again

The war will be won, and God’s on our side

But my brave companions, why must you all die

Oh why?

WE ARE THE GUNS!

Saw you our work, the flashes of light

WE ARE THE ONES!

Filling the graves, the ghosts on the firing line

NOW IT IS DONE!

Our voice will be heard in the ages to come

Husbands or lovers, fathers or sons

We break them

Yes, We Are the Guns!

And when the guns fell silent, at last

There’s nothing that remains of the past

The world that I knew is dead and gone

My soul is left in ruins

And I cannot see the dawn