Verse 1 part 1

You will be back in the fatherland, before autumn leaves fall

So join our ranks, where is your pride, answer duties call

Kinsfolk depend on you, have purpose your stride

Think of a glorious return with the righteous at your side

Verse1  part 2

Here in the breech of hell of this man made scene

Factories work day and night to feed the killing machine

Many comrades came, but sadly are no more

With deepest regret we inform you, of a statistic of war

Chorus

Equalised friend and foe, where the poppies grow

Here they lie row on row, where the poppies grow

Some whose names we shall never know, where the poppies grow

Lest we never forget to weep, where the poppies grow

Verse 2 part 1

As seasons pass, destruction mass, scars will never heal 

The reaper sows shells of woe we’ve forgotten how to feel

In the unblessed boredom time, respite augments to fear

Too many faces to recount for whom to shed a tear

Verse 2 part 2

Over the top we go, not feeling brave

This is a no man’s land, for an unmarked grave

A fire spitting scythe, harvests those once alive

With every dreadful stride, life could be denied