Break! break! break dear friend, break the fretting chain
Wake! wake! wake yourself, not the time for sleep
Clean! clean! clean your hands, wash the little stain
Keep! keep! keep the distance, no time for weep.
Close! close! close your doors, sway of death in reap
Lay low, dim and low, let the season pass
Pain of ashes from unmade graves of mass
Frozen fear gripping through the silent hearts.

Let us hail those souls through our singing brass
Who kept fighting to save the human hearts.