In a dim, snow-drenched, wood we stand;
the aggressor and the timid man.
Thinking, once this day has gone,
who will know what we have done ?
In this cold cathedral the air is still
but gunshots have replaced the bell's peal.
The Sun arcs across the
sky and,
at the appointed time,
one of us will die.

On my knees, looking into the pit,
with my friends, surely we won't all fit ?
A thousand souls once full of love and
laughter, herded forward for the slaughter.
I hear the snick of the safety catch
and the grave's mouth gapes,
Oh my love, my daughter ! Now raped
and dead.
I feel the cold steel on my head and
now I'm ....