As I walk through the valley of dying
And I see all my friends strewn around
I can hear the wild wind sighing
I can feel the rain's tears hit the ground.

How did we come to lie in this field
In this strange distant foreign land?
Was our cause to important to yield?
Did we mean this to be our last stand?

And did we make a difference today?
Did we save anyone at all?
For the ultimate price we have paid
As we answered our countries' call.

If you look on the face of the dying
there's a strange mix of hope and despair
doesn't matter on which side their lying
they're the same cept for whose coat they wear.

As I walk through the valley of dying
And I see all the corpses around
And our fam'lies in vain are now crying
As they lay us to rest in the ground.

But as I take one last look around me
I can feel some bittersweet relief
For the countries who fought over nothing
Are united at last in their grief.