Karsky's Dead Soldiers

Gather round the glass and grab hold of your ladies
 We'll send off Karsky's Soldiers one by one
 We'll drink your health by the fire, keep one step ahead of hell
 Cuz dead men never see the rising sun
 Has it come right down to this your time's run up at last
 There's no one left to hear your dying song
 And as you board your ship to sail from these forgotten shores
 We handful who are left will send you on
 May your passage be fast, may you find your peace at last
 On the other side of death's eternal door
 But don't reach for the Cross, your hands aren't clean enough
 Just pray that someone settled up the score
 Buried in a ditch, just outside the chapel wall
 Two diggers sang you Near My God to Thee
 And the pastor read a sermon founded in the book of Job
 Such words would make a faithless man believe
 May your passage be fast, may you find your peace at last
 On the other side of death's eternal door
 But don't reach for the Cross, your hands aren't clean enough
 Just pray that someone settled up the score