To fallen soldiers let us sing,
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord.
No more weeping, no more fight,
No friends bleeding through the night,
Just Divine embrace, Eternal light,
In the Mansions of the Lord.
Where no mothers cry and no children weep,
We shall stand and guard though angels sleep,
All through the ages let us keep,
The Mansions of the Lord.
From We Were Soldiers...for my brothers.