歌詞
[Verse 1]
Dear, brother, you would not believe
What this killing field forced my eyes to see
From a sniper's post with a trembling hand
I put a bullet into another man
Watched the crimson bloom on his uniform
Billow like a cloud till his life was gone
[Verse 2]
The killer's stain heavy on me now
Fix my bayonet for the final hour
When that whistle blows its mournful sound
Will deliver me to the hungry mouths of the howling hounds of hell
[Verse 3]
When the snowball comes on the recruitment drive
Don't let your heart swell up with unfounded pride
For a distant king you'd be fighting for
Lay you down to waste on a distant shore
[Verse 4]
The killer's stain heavy on me now
Fix my bayonet for the final hour
When that whistle blows its mournful sound
Will deliver me to the hungry mouths of the howling hounds of hell
The howling hounds of hell
The howling hounds of hell
Written by: Bernard Fanning
