• To die, to sleep, to sleep, to dream, to dream tonight,
    Upon this battlefield as tendrils of dawn's first light,
    Do enlighten a much weary scene, and bring back upon,
    Upon our eyes, the march of death that comes anon, anon.

    For with the sun come shells that en mass fire,
    For with the shells come the tides through the rusted wire,
    The sound of bloody death does ring a hollow clang,
    As bullets, with seeming mal-intent, into men do sprang.

    Until death itself comes to that, that our eternal morning dawn,
    The consummation of our grief shall falter and not go on,
    For fairer made by fairer hands that man himself holds not,
    For he holds naught but his own destruction, that he himself has sought.

    O, this woe that thus betides me and my brothers, for we unwillingly forlorn,
    A world becoming a state of such unhidden extremes, of black and white,
    Of a seemingly eternal dance, a strife, between the threads of life and death,
    And upon them, so unknowingly, do we lightly tread.

    For what does mortal man hold in such high stature, in such high grace and earthly compassion,
    That when one knave sullies, all men are sullied alongside him,
    But now, alive or dead, we are no more the men of truth, honour and valour,
    But the fodder of flesh and bone, lacking any real power.

    Yet death, with her seductive grasp does make us wish to sleep,
    To sleep, to sleep, to find a certain peace in death's sleep, so deep,
    To look, to stare, into unblinking eyes and see what must be,
    An eternal peace without the mind, the heart nor the body.

    For what is freedom to him or him to freedom,
    When his base elements added do make up a hollow whole,
    Where do the standards of mortal men exist,
    If not in that endless void, which none are lacking.

    For glory nor honour shall set us free, nor death is the answer to what can be,
    The anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind, the fighting soul we must find,
    For this, this is what gives life and freedom to humanity,
    For this, this is why this life I give naught for me, but for thee.