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Chamber-Dead Man’s Hill
To your glory and your grace, they said
for our homeland and the crown.
Hey - hooray! they sung, we go to war!
and flowers lead their way to fate
So he whispered in her ear, goodbye
held her tight for a kiss, goodbye
then turned away from love to leave
for those heroic fields of grief
Heaven’s torn apart, brought hell on down
down at foot of Dead Man’s Hill
barrage fire threw their pride to mud,
torn glory, shattered grace to ground.
Where she whispered in his ear, goodbye
held him tight for a kiss, goodbye
then turned to leave, to fade away
still her whisper's in his ear, goodbye
in a lonely dreadful trench, goodbye
please stay with me, stay by my side
his bitter cry, vanished in the night