In the Elysian fields
Of heroic deeds,
Come my friends
And kneel with me,
In bloody fields
That were once green,
Is now a field of blood red poppies,
Where the vanquished lie
Under the cold ground,
No more roars,
No more sound of war,
No more sound at all,
No bird song
As I walk along,
Tears roll down my cheeks,
In the field of Elysium
Heroic life ended,
In the name of protecting the weak.