Remember! say the ghosts of war,
the ghosts of those who moaned and sighed,
the youthful souls who fought and died,
who left their home in faceless swarm.
Remember! say the ghosts of pain,
the ghosts of those who bled in vain,
the youthful souls who left a stain,
on those that in their homes remain.
The ghosts of those struck down in youth,
alive at night and moaning low,
cry out to us their pain to soothe:
we cast their soul into shadow.