Do we remember the times of strife A looming shadow of chaos and ethos Where stoic men stood in the mud Donned in pomp and blues and grays Nestled with rats and hellish artillery Guided by old souls and fearful eyes To cross the fields of death once more Where poppies and memories now grow
Into the fray Into the fray Into the fray Into the fray
An age of uncertainty and contempt Yet driven to heroic resolve again To save native lands and worried families Giving all in a wave of broken youth
Lest we forget Lest we forget Lest we forget Lest we forget Lest we forget Lest we forget
To cross the fields of death once more Where poppies and memories now grow
Lest we forget Lest we forget Lest we forget Lest we forgetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
