Triore Let Us Meet In The Trenches
I won’t raise my hand in anger; I won’t speak no words of spite
The friends I had have parted; I stand barren in the night
The memories I kept, of the friends they claimed to be
They will perish when I waken, and its freedom that I fell
“Let us meet in the trenches, let us dance in sun
Let us kiss in the bloodshed, till the future has come”
