You walk where the iron rings loud
A low hanging grey winter cloud
Your boots sink deep into the clay
The sunlight has drifted away
Iron and salt on your skin
Where does the long battle begin
A helmet left alone in the rain
Sinking deep in a valley of pain
The thunder rolls distant and slow
The red flares begin their bright glow
You find a brass buckle in grit
A candle that refuses to quit
Iron and salt on your skin
Where does the long battle begin
A helmet left alone in the rain
Sinking deep in a valley of pain
The pump organ hums in the wind
A story of how the line thinned
You trace the deep scratch on the rim
The chances of winning are slim
Iron and salt on your skin
Where does the long battle begin
A helmet left alone in the rain
Sinking deep in a valley of pain
Hold the line while the cannons roar
Open wide every heavy door
One gold coin for a soldier's ghost
The thing that you wanted the most
You lift up the steel from the grime
A frozen and forgotten time
The brass stabs are cutting the air
You stand in the middle of glare
Iron and salt on your skin
Where does the long battle begin
A helmet left alone in the rain
Sinking deep in a valley of pain
Sinking deep in the mud
Sinking deep in the mud
Steel in the mud!
