Friday, May 31, 2013
To the ends of the earth
Till the last man is dead
Till our heroes are buried
And our skies crimson red
We will raise our last flag
We will fight one more day
We’ll endure every fire
Till we’re lost in the grey
Alone you have wandered
Lost in the gale
Fought through each battle
Though you knew you were frail
You’ve now come to save us
But the cost is high
Taken the last boat
Where the river is dry
I’ll sing you to sleep now
Lay down your gun
sleep now my hero
Your struggle is done
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