Cold air billows through dead trees

Their branches reaching to the skies 

Like the hands of my fellows

Who lay fallen amongst the fires

We thought it was adventure

A rite of passage of some kind

But little did we know

The horrors we would find

It’s funny how a man

Just the same as any other

Can take a life so easily

Before he too is sent asunder

They say blood is thicker than water

But the blood still must flow

And my fellows lay buried

Under the meadows that now grow