Miracle of Sound - Pawns of war

A^Gmcross the savage skies and through the ^Bbfissures in the fields the ^Gmrumble of the engines and the ^Bbtrundle of the ^Fwheels. Through ^Cmhell and horror trudge and yet our ^Gmspirits never yield. Will they ^Bbsing of these for^Dsaken pawns of ^Gmwar?

Hoist the ^Gmflags, hold the ^Bblines, lessons ^Fever lost to ^Gmtime. Now we ^Bbsing for you, de^Dparted pawns of ^Gmwar.

My ^Gmbonnie lays afar upon a ^Bblonely eiderdown while I ^Gmdream of rats and tar within my ^Bbburrow in the ^Fground. In^Cmfernal gaping scar of boiling ^Gmmud and thundering sound, they won't ^Bbsing of this for^Dsaken pawn of ^Gmwar.

Hoist the ^Gmflags, hold the ^Bblines, lessons ^Fever lost to ^Gmtime. Now we ^Bbsing for you, de^Dparted pawns of ^Gmwar.

^D Death on the dunes, we feed the ^Ddeserts. ^D Blood of the empires on the^D sand.

Hoist the ^Gmflags, hold the ^Bblines, lessons ^Fever lost to ^Gmtime. Now we ^Bbsing for you, de^Dparted pawns of ^Gmwar. Hoist the ^Gmflags, hold the ^Bblines, lessons ^Fever lost to ^Gmtime. Now we ^Bbsing for you, de^Dparted pawns of ^Gmwar.