Halo (Intro [Live])

At dawn the ridge emerges, massed and done

In the wild purple of the glaring sun

Smould'ring through spouts of drifting smoke

That shroud the menacing scarred slope

And one by one tanks creep and topple

Forward to the wire

The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed

With bombs and guns and shovels and battle gear

Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire

Lines of grey muttering faces, masked with fear

They leave their trenches, going over the top

While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists

And hope with furtive eyes and grappling fists

Flounders in mud. O Jesu, make it stop!