Lyrics:
The slow march of the armyThe dragging of the bootsThe laying and the waitingUntil someone starts to shootWhere is there this silence, then?This everlasting peace?You'll find it on the cold blueSmiling lips of the deceasedThe slow arc of the sun that movesAcross the blazing skyThe vultures circling in the heatAbove where dying lieWhere is there this silence, then?This everlasting peace?You'll find it on the cold blueSmiling lips of the deceasedThe miles of green that thirst to deathThe blowing of the sandAnd then the creeping cold beginsAnd freezes all the landWhere is there this silence, then?This everlasting peace?You'll find it on the cold blueSmiling lips of the deceased