Cold wind bites the open plain
Grey skies pour a heavy rain
Steel boots march in steady lines
Crossing over border signs
Iron resting in the mud
Stained by salt and stained by blood
Thunder rolls across the hill
While the broken field stays still
One gold crest in salted grime
Frozen in a moment's time
Leather straps are worn and thin
Where the heavy wars begin
Distant drums begin to beat
Rhythm of a slow retreat
Silver plating turns to rust
Sinking deep in frozen dust
Iron resting in the mud
Stained by salt and stained by blood
Thunder rolls across the hill
While the broken field stays still
Hymns are sung in hollow tones
Burying the weary bones
White smoke rises from the deep
Where the fallen soldiers sleep
Shattered glass and broken shield
Lying on the killing field
One lone helmet left behind
Something for the wind to find
Iron resting in the mud
Stained by salt and stained by blood
Thunder rolls across the hill
While the broken field stays still
Iron in the mud
Iron in the mud
