• From haunted hills and misted moors
    beneath the starry skies
    along the stony path, whispers singing
    can't you hear them, the restless dead
    oh, the voices of the fallen
    see the lone horseman atop the hill
    as he leaves behind his pale maiden's arms
    a last goodbye, he receives her silver kiss
    can't you hear them, leaders of old
    oh, the voices of the fallen
    before he goes to lead the charge
    forward the infantry, young boys with sturdy spears
    onward the cavalry, mounts foaming at the mouth
    unleash the heavy horse, great steeds of valor
    can't you hear them, the lost soldiers
    oh, the voices of the fallen
    the smoke has cleared on the watered field
    red rain come and passed
    single footsteps across the shattered plain
    silent tears to the cloudy sky
    can't you hear them, those noble souls
    oh, the voices of the fallen
    his maiden hides her face in a stormy veil
    as the red rain is turned cold and pure
    his prayers are offered to the heavens
    sacrifices to the dead
    can't you hear them, frightened lambs
    oh, the voices of the fallen
    though his voice has failed and sense rebels
    knowing the wrong he did, his orders given
    and obeyed, oh immortal lies, the general told
    his young men paid the final price of failure
    the proud strong future who are never coming home
    can't you hear them, sons who died before their fathers
    hark! the voices of the fallen
    listen, learn, live their story
    brave hearts, unbridled minds, and their commander
    whose only lover was the moonlight
    they shall not be forgotten
    can't you hear their cries in the darkness
    these are the warnings of history, let it not be remade
    nor our past become our future, oh misery, for wrongs done oft
    can't you hear them, the mournful dead
    hark! the voices of the fallen