1915 (Gospel of the Horns)

Face the west at sunset, Hear the bugle's call The spirit of the ANZAC code Will live on in us all At the dawn of each new day Turn and face the east Hail for those who died Remember the deceased No room to raise their rifles Clamouring over sun stench corpses In dark conditions they fought hard With sword and fist Prepare to charge Fix bayonets Clear your thoughts No bullets This is hand to hand combat All hail... the legends of Lone Pine The fighting raged relentlessly Before the week was done 6000 more lay dead out in the sun Blood spilt in the ridges In the gullies in the trench Stretcher man moved the wounded back... Out of the stench They fought hard with sword and bloodied fist