They never know what will know When they close the door and leave their homes Leaving behind all their loved ones Not understanding what will be done They leave to fight for the faith Young men against all the hate They're bound together They're friends forever Repel the evil at the gate In the cold and misty morning Shifting shadows on the fields Showing memories from the dark of night Hiding from them all What's wrong or right Silence Falling down on this barren No man's land Silent streams of bright red blood Are running through the bone white sand Over the pain of no man's land Young men hiding in the trenches They are far too scared to fall asleep A faded picture distract their senses From the loss strewn around About their feet In the cold and misty morning Shifting shadows on the fields Showing memories from the dark of night Hiding from them all What's wrong or right Silence Falling down on this barren No man's land Silent streams of bright red blood Are running through the bone white sand Over the pain of no man's land Silence Falling down on this barren No man's land Silent streams of bright red blood Are running through the bone white sand Over the pain of no man's land Over the pain of no man's land Over the pain of no man's land Over the pain of no man's land