They said we are the leaders of tomorrow
They told us to hold on to our dreams tenaciously
Our minds are filled with it
The loads which we can't bear weigh us down ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.