Текст песни
They marched away, gripping the leather tight,
Not men yet, just boys from yesterday’s light.
A sweet in the pocket, the terror in their eyes,
How quickly the war stripped away their disguise.
Heavy wool coats pressing down on their shoulders,
Nothing to think of, the world growing colder.
Mother’s tears settled deep in the dust,
They walked to the station, betrayed by their trust.
Boots far too big, and the rifle’s a cross,
They never grew up, they just counted the loss.
An order, a fire, a strange, foreign land...
But the hourglass shattered, slipped right through their hand.
But they aren't going home by the dirt and the clay,
They climb the milky staircase, far, far away.
Led not by a captain, a father, or a friend,
But the Angel of Death, who has come in the end.
With a wing made of midnight to shield from the cold,
The children walk to God, forever thirteen years old.
Step by step, where there's nothing to fear,
The road leading home, as the heavens draw near.
The mud of the trenches is left in the deep,
Now they are weightless, with nothing to weep.
The figure in black is walking ahead,
Whispering softly, "Look up, do not dread.
I’m not something scary, just a servant worn out,
Washing the gunpowder, healing the hurt,
Wiping the blood and the grime from the shirt."
The staircases creak out of starlight and ice,
No one asks "Where to?" or "What is the price?"
They shed all their dreams of the youth they once knew,
Where there was no room for the war's rusted hue.
The Angel takes hold of the smallest one's hand,
The one who had cried in that desolate land.
The light it grows brighter, the shadows retreat,
The battle is over, their journey's complete.
Up there in the heights where the throne is of flame,
They wait with open arms, calling their name.
They stand at the Throne. The silence is deep.
God looks upon them, and the angels weep.
He strokes their young heads, weaving them into the light,
Whispering softly, "Come to Me, my delight.
Come here to My side. There is no war today.
You are My children, who have found their way.
My little, sweet children. Now rest from the fight.
You are home now. You are safe in the light."
