Late at night
Under the cold blanket of the stars
And beneath the surface of the moon
I walked through a trail of bodies,
Faces and names run in my mind,
Visions of life I once knew.

They beckon me
To remember
To recall
To acknowledge
Just how sweet it was.

Late in my life
Through the tears of a constant nightmare
And beside the bedside table where there lies a gun
I ran through the battle fields,
Screams of horror and needless pain
Make me remember
Make me recall
Make me acknowledge
Just how sweet it was
My deepest sin.