Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine
Curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should
Mix in the dirt our brothers´ blood

In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all

Once a ploughtman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little cream
Now bodies arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire blooom

Each moment´s like a year
I´ve nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying lie
I´m left alone asking why

In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all

After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become.