The Dusk Draws Near

Falling leaves like a broken dream
A dying soldier and a fading scheme
And a dustcloud tears on her eyes
In a treetop the Northwind sighs
On a march through the fields
Hearing drums banners raised
The soil is soaked with blood
Despair death embraced

Falling rain is our last gift from heaven
But we follow the path to hell
The dust cloaks the forest
A spectre leads our path
Our eyes are burning with hate
Our hearts are scorched by wrath

On a march through the fields
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight

Falling leaves in a broken night
We drown in sorrows
And fear the embers b
Hear the sound of metal
The noise of guns
The roaring of thunder
And the bursting of bombs
On a march through the fields
Hearing drums banners raised
The soil is soaked with blood
Despair death embraced
On a march through the fields
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight