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