| To your glory and your grace, they said,
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| for our homeland and the crown.
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| «Hey — hooray!», they sung — «we go to war!»
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| And flowers led their way to fate.
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| So he whispered in her ear, goodbye,
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| Held her tight for a kiss, goodbye.
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| Then turned away from love to leave,
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| for those heroic fields of grief.
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| Heaven’s torn apart, brought hell on down,
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| down at foot of Dead Man’s Hill.
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| Barrage fire threw their pride to mud,
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| torn glory, shattered grace to ground.
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| Where she whispered in his ear, goodbye,
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| Held him tight for a kiss, goodbye.
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| Then turned to leave, to fade away.
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| Still her whisper’s in his ear, goodbye.
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| In a lonely dreadful trench, goodbye.
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| Please stay with me, stay by my side,
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| his bitter cry vanished in the night…
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| _Electi sumus._
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| _Consecrati sumus._
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| _In honorem deae_
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| _Sacraficati_
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| Where was god, the day hell came on down,
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| on those tortured souls of Dead Man’s Hill?
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| In sheer disgust, he’d turned his face.
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| And then whispered in his ear, goodbye.
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| In a lonely dreadful trench, goodbye.
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| God turned away from love to leave,
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| and his bitter cry remains in grief… |