It's quiet now,no sound I hear
The big guns rest,and so does fear
The snow has hardened with the dead
Blue-ish figures,battle-bred

Silently I wait for dawn
I wonder if I'll live that long
I see the wound a crystal-red
A while before,oh how it bled

The pain is dull
I'm cold and numb
When warm black sleep begins to come
And summons dreamscapes,one by one

There before me,row by row
Frozen dead men seem to grow
A horrid garden in the snow
Grim distorted blackish flowers
I cannot say if theirs or ours

I do not know why this was done
I cannot say who lost or won
I hear it now,that final call
In battles' rage we had to fall

In death we're brothers
       Brothers All!