Lest We Forget - Triaxis

Smoke fill the air, burning the eyes

As the bullets fly, piercing the sky

They march to the edge of the trench

Blending mud with death’s bloody stench

Fathers hold your daughters who cry

Mothers weep for your sons who will die

(Bring them home, bring them home)

From those killing fields

(Bring them home, bring them home)

Where they fight for the free

(Bring them home, bring them home)

A slaughter that stains for all time

The memory of a generation that died

Barbed wire scars on a no man’s land

Fighting as brothers, the stand

Thoughts turn to homes far away

Made safe with a price they all pay

As the working man fights the war

Leaders safe in their comfortable halls

Fathers hold your daughters who cry

Mothers weep for your sons who will die

(Bring them home, bring them home)

From those killing fields

(Bring them home, bring them home)

Where they fight for the free

(Bring them home, bring them home)

A slaughter that stains for all time

The memory of a generation that died

Nature clears from their eyes

Many scars that the war left behind

Fields bathed in red from new life

But the memories cut like a knife

Mistakes are always repeated

One voice silenced, a new voice will roar

Nations scramble in the name of freedom

And darkness descends once more

They shall now grow old, as we are left grow old

Age shall not weary, nor the years condemn

At the going down of the sun and in morning

We will remember them, lest we forget