Far away, far away
Beneath a wraith of thorns
Not today, not today
I will never forget the scorn
Far below, far below
Under a bouquet of seeds
I must go, I must go
Where mother and son bleed
Not again, not again
The sky will suffer and hate
Far ahead, far ahead
There are ruins lying in wait
Far behind, far behind
Beside corpses twisted in regret
Never again, never again
Should we let the living forget
''The nation which forgets its defenders will be itself forgotten.'' -Calvin Coolidge