I have marched,
For years on end.
My comrades fell,
As I defend,
The goals I set.
My armies fled,
Fell as they ran,
Trampled our dead.

Rush, back through the fields, I am hush,
All the ghosts of the dead are awake, I´m afraid

The ghost of comrades
Dead and gone
Rise in my path
To do me wrong.
As wars are fought,
Armies abide.
Should I be tried,
For men who died?

Rush, back through the fields, I am hush,
All the ghosts of the dead are awake, I´m afraid