The heartless sun is beating a slow dark rhythm in our souls
We’re chasing out the demons, but they keep coming back for more
In the fear and rising clamour, it’s not easy to stand tall
And we’re counting, counting hundreds, counting thousands as they fall
Out on the endless burning plain they cry
The voices of the lost souls scream into the sky
And what you’ve gained is hard to quantify
It’s such a hollow victory beneath crayola skies
The blushing sun is falling, the sky’s a spreading stain
Hollow clouds are bleeding endless showers of crimson rain
With the dying breath of battle, comes the need for someone to blame
And down among the dead men, they are whispering your name
Out on the endless shadowed plain they lie
The requiem of dying, the losers' lullaby
And what you’ve gained is hard to quantify
It’s such a hollow victory beneath crayola skies