Shouts broke through the stillness,

And cannons rattled the ground.

Precious sons took up their arms,

And dear fathers fell to the ground.

Brothers held up brothers,

And cries echoed in the sky;

Yet above the birds still flew

And sounded their jubilant cries.

Soldiers fell among comrades;

Hands were locked in partnered death.

Mud clung to tired faces;

Blood mixed with sweat and tears.

Men fell heavily to their knees,

Clinging to life for one last sigh;

Yet above the birds still flew

And sounded their jubilant cries.

Brothers carried sons hom

As the battle drew to an end.

Each man received a gold star:

A small thanks for what they had done.

Still some are called to the fields,

To leave their homes behind them;

Yet above the birds still fly

And sound their jubilant cries.