They never know what will know
When they close the door and leave their homes
Leaving behind all their loved ones
Not understanding what will be done

They leave to fight for the faith
Young men against all the hate
They're bound together
They're friends forever
Repel the evil at the gate

In the cold and misty morning
Shifting shadows on the fields
Showing memories from the dark of night
Hiding from them all
What's wrong or right

Silence
Falling down on this barren
No man's land
Silent streams of bright red blood
Are running through the bone white sand
Over the pain of no man's land

Young men hiding in the trenches
They are far too scared to fall asleep
A faded picture distract their senses
From the loss strewn around
About their feet

In the cold and misty morning
Shifting shadows on the fields
Showing memories from the dark of night
Hiding from them all
What's wrong or right

Silence
Falling down on this barren
No man's land
Silent streams of bright red blood
Are running through the bone white sand
Over the pain of no man's land

Silence
Falling down on this barren
No man's land
Silent streams of bright red blood
Are running through the bone white sand

Over the pain of no man's land
Over the pain of no man's land
Over the pain of no man's land
Over the pain of no man's land