To your glory and your grace, they said,
for our homeland and the crown.
"Hey - hooray!", they sung - "we go to war!"
And flowers led their way to fate.

So he whispered in her ear, goodbye,
Held her tight for a kiss, goodbye.
Then turned away from love to leave,
for those heroic fields of grief.

Heaven's torn apart, brought [bad word] on down,
down at foot of Dead Man's Hill.
Barrage fire threw their pride to mud,
torn glory, shattered grace to ground.

Where she whispered in his ear, goodbye,
Held him tight for a kiss, goodbye.
Then turned to leave, to fade away.
Still her whisper's in his ear, goodbye.
In a lonely dreadful trench, goodbye.
Please stay with me, stay by my side,
his bitter cry vanished in the night...

_Electi sumus._
_Consecrati sumus._
_In honorem deae_
_Sacraficati_

Where was god, the day [bad word] came on down,
on those tortured souls of Dead Man's Hill?
In sheer disgust, he'd turned his face.
And then whispered in his ear, goodbye.
In a lonely dreadful trench, goodbye.
God turned away from love to leave,
and his bitter cry remains in grief...