What orisons for those who die as prisoners?
Neither passing bells nor choirs of grief shall cease to fade
Only families pleading freedom from this melancholic nightmare
No welcoming embrace is found here.
There only way out is death
The stench lingers amongst me, it reaches out from the abyss
No welcoming embrace is found here.

Sadness overwhelms me, the sight of fallen comrades
A single tear for a single friend
Rolling down my cheek as he rolls in his grave
The madness that consumes men
Turns fathers in killers
War, there is no escape.

A prisoner of an idea,
Captive to the designs of old men
Who sit back and laugh as we fall
Like leaves from an autumn tree
In Flanders field where the poppy’s blow
The only way we remember

They fought for us
They died for us