The stars are in their place, all shall come
To pass,
For days we spoke of war and now it's come
At last.
A solemn moon above whose gaze was set
On me,
I do not say a prayer for it will not hear my
Plea.
In this foreign land with supposed hills of
Gold,
I know it to be false but this is what I'm
Told.
I come out here to fight, but brace myself
To die,
If this should be my order I will not ask
You why.
By your word I kill, and by your word I
Sin,
But I give my life for you, in war we
Become kin.
