Through the mist and gun smoke
A tank moves left to right
Driven by a faceless man
It fires into the night
Through the drifting mist of time
Millions march the land
Chanting songs of victory
Tattered banners high

Down fall the lines of men
Bombs and bullets kill again
Voices scream with grief and pain
On battlefield stake your claim

Far away behind the lines
The general plans attack

Battlefield military precision now
Direct death from afar
Hero runs to save his friend
Shell burst makes him dive
Blood filled craters all around
Take the urge to fight

The battlefield is silent now
Bodies everywhere
Nothing remains of the hero
But a cross on a mass grave
Through the drifting mist of time
Spectres march the land
Chanting songs of misery
Voice in no mans land