Mercy Arms Firing Line
I often hear the call
Of the infantrymen as they fall
To the depths of me
The depths of me
And when the night has gone
And the trenches greet the dawn
What it asks of me
What it wants me to be
Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line
It still remains
In a sea of october rain
And the eyes of a frightened lonely child
Stare inside of me
Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line
And who of all my friends
Will be there at the end
When they lay me out
When they lay me out?
Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line