Dead Music

I twirled and spun to music so sweet

Around the wreckage and fire and blood at my feet

An accordion played, and traced lines in my face

As we fought and we fell, to the fates that we chase

Ashes poured down, like showering snow

Like dirt on our coffins, and flowers that glow

I could fill up the cups of one thousand men

With the tears on my face it's to them I send

The music grows louder to block out the weeping

As we die in our hands our courage were keeping