Letter From a Distant Shore

Dear, brother, you would not believe

What this killing field forced my eyes to see

From a sniper's post with a trembling hand

I put a bullet into another man

Watched the crimson bloom on his uniform

Billow like a cloud till his life was gone

The killer's stain heavy on me now

Fix my bayonet for the final hour

When that whistle blows its mournful sound

Will deliver me to the hungry mouths of the howling hounds of hell

When the snowball comes on the recruitment drive

Don't let your heart swell up with unfounded pride

For a distant king you'd be fighting for

Lay you down to waste on a distant shore

The killer's stain heavy on me now

Fix my bayonet for the final hour

When that whistle blows its mournful sound

Will deliver me to the hungry mouths of the howling hounds of hell

The howling hounds of hell

The howling hounds of hell