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