To the darkest dark of bitter cold
In the snows of Kandahar
I rose enough to bend a knee
In prayer mid mindless war
Please dear lord grant pause to hands
That forward take the fight
On this your child's holy day
I plead for silent night
The angels bells are over run
Their harps in chaos play
The dread and fear await the sun
For a death on Christmas day
Faith in shattered ashes lay
For comrades old and new
My wife is home alone tonight
With children one and two
Tears I only have to give
The clips have all run dry
Life my total present spent
In foreign lands to die
Intercede your mighty hand
A wish to all no ill
Winning is a journey home
Not this bitter pill
Bless me now before the light
Furies breach the wall
Calm this hearts acceptance
That in battle some must fall
I hope they'll know the sacrifice
Spilled yet not deterred
Of these who spent their greatest gift
On a final peace they served
I fell from there on bended knee
In prayer mid mindless war
To the darkest dark of bitter cold
In the snows of Kandahar
-Hermit King-
