Wearily on we trudge
Across storm-bitter moors,
Each silent in contemplation, scattered
Remnants of a once proud company,
Too far we transgressed
Now we pay for the past
With the heaviest price, we had stared
Aghast as our friends' blood spilt for us,
The lush green meadows stained,
Now their redundant swords rust
Upon the graves we mounded,
There was no priest to murmur words of
Faith, but a rough burial, hurried
Still the love in our hearts speaks louder
As we left, sunrays caught the swords, blazed
A row of crosses, standing tall, we
Gave our friends a last glance, then departed
Now we are lost, reason shattered
Lying on those distant fields
They taught us well, brainwashed
With promises: eternal glory
And a room in the fatherland
But then what kind of God did we fight for
Verily we fought for us, for greed
They died in futility
We had regressed
Forgotten the deeper truth
Now we retrace our steps, galloped
Along with such high zeal eighteen months
Ago with heads held low, shamed
I vow not to be deceived again
The fallen must be honoured
I will return to my home
And let the forge of truth be known
However many thousand furlangs I roam.