Deep in the black, a battle rages
Tears have streamed down bloody faces,
Swords are drawn, Men fall.
It's not History if you lived through it all
In the Dark.

Love fades, right from a woman's arms.
Fire destroys everything down to the farms.
Destruction rages, like a ship with no one at the helm
But the nights still burn hotter then a kiln.
In the Dark.

Behind each helmet a face, each face a story.
Iron, cold, hard, war has chiseled each new worries.
Each man fights, for a reason different from his brother.
They rush out - never stopping to think about the other.
In the Dark.

People never think, about the man, the man they have to kill.
A solider never questions an order, absent minded to his own will.
No matter which side, left or right.
They're all martyrs ready to fight.
In the Dark.

The Sun may rise, but it no longer shines,
On the battle field the heat reign downs into the lines.
Prayer and persuasion cannot change nor reveal
Those great master plans your always living but cannot feel.
In the Dark.

This war will end, it can't last forever.
And the memories will not have the burdence of a feather.
The colour will fade, from this now redden park.
Each one of these soldiers will forever have left his mark.
In the Dark.