Now comes the end of the trials he's endured
For in the distance, its wings stand unfurled
The prize for valour, his brav'ry assured
There stands an angel come to burn the world

Onward through the broken land he stumbles
Hoping his last breath will not be in vain
Half-forgotten prayers he softly mumbles
And the fear gives way to an endless pain

And upon this field, no poppies will grow
No stone or grave will mark the place he fell
As the world fades and the poison wind blows
His soul rises at last from its numb shell

His life is undone in one searing blast
For this soldier, the war is done at last