Der Feldwebel lyrics

Old man of the war

His eyes squinting so

Vision that is poor

Behind a wrinkled brow

Compelled into service

Once again country calls

He has answered, devoted

Another trial of souls

The young, the idealist

Full of noble beliefs said

Trudge on to death's door

An abetoire of arms led

But in his reserved ways

Knowing the beast brutal

Realism knows suffering

Experienced in tears shed

A heart is full of conflicts

Loyalty tempered by grief

For those who toss away

Most dear possession kept

None shall perish hopefully

Yet the graves are e're full

Once hostile mistaken man

A bouquet is a poor trade

Those whose stride is war

They are slain so viciously

And Der Feldwebel goes on

Alive, back home and emptiness

• Artist:Ww Ww