From the recording The Darkest Day


Across the charred and battered landscape
The feast of the crow fills the air
As the tattered survivors make their escape
From the beast below, on a whispered prayer

Through the valley over morning frost
A smudge-faced girl leads the way
The tally is grim, but hope is not lost
Even on this, their darkest day

Their darkest day

For all they've lost, for all that's been destroyed
For all the widows and orphans left astray
For every life it's cost, every weapon deployed
It's all come to this, their darkest day

Finally they stand before the iron gate
Raising their flag of blue

As the heavy smoke begins to fade
High overhead the blue flag waves
And the smudge-faced girl turns to say
Let us never forget our darkest day.