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When you see millions of the mouthless dead

Say no soft things as the other men have said,

That you’ll remember. For you need to know!

Give them not praise. For how should they know?

These are the curses laid down on our heads!

Our names are lost

And we are the dead!

Give them not praise. For how should they know?

These are the curses laid down on our heads!

Our names are lost

And we are the dead!

Their blind eyes can't see your tears flow.

Nor where this life ends or where the honour grows

Yet, many better ones have died before you

and none wears the face that you knew!

Give them not praise. For how should they know?

These are the curses laid down on our heads!

Our names are lost

And we are the dead!

Give them not praise. For how should they know?

These are the curses laid down on our heads!

Our names are lost

And we are the dead!

We are the dead!

Seek one face you loved heretofore,

None wears the face you knew.

Great death has made all his for evermore!

based on "When you see millions of the mouthless dead" by Charles Hamilton Sorley