There's a chance that they take, thrown in together

And decisions they make out of their hands

There's a nightmare in sight, goes on forever

And no one will take flight, everyone stands

Fifty-thousand lay dead, out of the shadows

Resurrectionists said, "oh what a sight"

And someone will get rich, cheating the gallows

As the scavenger flits all through the night

No one will cry

Everyone's writing their final goodbye

Under the skies of scarlet and black

Thousands of eyes, there's no turning back

Morning draws near, the hour is at hand

Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land

There's a picture to paint, broken and haggard

Propositioned too late, beggar's delight

Riders lay where they fall, bloody and ragged

To their mothers they call, frozen in fright

No one will cry

Everyone's writing their final goodbye

Under the skies of scarlet and black

Thousands of eyes, there's no turning back

Morning draws near, the hour is at hand

Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land

What a surprise, they march off to war

Nothing to give and nothing to score

It seems so clear, the final demand

Waterloo teeth from the ghost of a man