Mourning Star

On the fields you restore your beliefs
Like an old man in church on a Sunday
Crawl the dirt on your elbows and knees
Any minute you know you could die

Give me words of unfathomable wisdom
As I'm crossing the enemy's line
Where the wounded and dead show the way

Tell me when the night is gone
Like washed away
Make a wish
Beneath the mourning star

How can there be a reason for war
For the life of a human that suffers
I remember I heard it before
Tell me all when a new day begins

Tell me when the night is gone
Like washed away
Make a wish
Beneath the mourning star
When the victory is won
The old clichĂŠ
Underneath the same old mourning star