The fallen,
those who have fought before,
those who fought to allow us to do much more.

The fallen,
from grace and glory,
this is for the fallen, this is their story.

They who came before, fought ever so valiantly,
this we can say, ever so proudly.
Aye, 'tis true, that none ever were perfect, their sins and faults a plenty,
but they filled their hearts with courage, valor and vigor, never to be empty.

The fallen has fought, a fight so cruel,
some have fought each other, to the death was the duel.
Never have we faced such a foe,
a foe such as this,
for if we take them lightly,
then our aim we are sure to miss.

The fallen has told us of untold treasures,
but those were just stories of old, of unknown pleasures.
We've yet to find, even a hint, a speck, a sign,
for it is tonight in the fires of the hottest Hell, tonight in blood we dine.

The fallen stood bravely,
against the wind and cold,
they stood their ground against the fires, their bodies weak but spirit bold.

Oh how we are, not much like the rest,
but it is our goal, our aim, to be one of the best!
We stand here today, on the same ****** soaked soil,
we shall never waver, never give up, never surrender,
because we fight, for another day to be together.

One day, on the final battle of this God-forsaken war,
we shall finally have to cry, weep, no more.
Death, our final enemy, shall be at last be put down to rest,
and God our head shall say, "Children, you've done your best."
And that day the fallen shall rise,
no more to plow the farm,
no more shall we worry, no more the threat of harm.

I pray for us still,
the fighters that soldier on,
for this song was for the fallen, the ones that are dead, and gone.