The homecoming fanfare is echoing still

Now tapping on tables and sensing a chill

Poor families expecting loved one's return

Only summon some charlatan spectre

Oh when will they learn

You hung the moon

From a gallows in the sky

Choked out the light

In his blue lunar eye

The shore is a parchment

The sea has no tide

Since he was taken from my side

The lines of the fallen are viewed through a glass

You cannot touch them at all

Or hear their footfall just as they go past

The drunken ground is where they are bound

You hung the moon

From a gallows in the sky

Choked out the light

In his blue lunar eye

The shore is a parchment

The sea has no tide

Since he was taken from my side

So slap out his terrors
And sneer at his tears

We deal with deserters like this

From the breech to the barrel the bead we will level

Break earth with a shovel quick march on the double

Lower him shallow like tallow down in the abyss

You hung the moon

From a gallows in the sky

Choked out the light

In his blue lunar eye

The shore is a parchment

The sea has no tide

Since he was taken from my side

Since he was taken from my side

The homecoming fanfare is echoing still