Love has come to my call
By my hand love will fall
Evil silence my song
On the field of war
Love will be your guide until
You cannot hear it sing
Behind the lines they took him down
Upon the field of war

With the face of a frog she is singing alone
As her enemies fall
On the field of war
With his wolf's paws for hands
Ever he follows her song
Ever he comes to her side
On the field of war

Any tool of battle may be turned against its master
And music is a ready tool of war
If your own betray you for the song of what you are
Be brave child though you sing no more
Song may rage
Streets may burn
Lovers cry
And never learn

A glorious song of war
Reduced to a ghostly cry
He'll nevermore be at her side
Oh, why!
No sound but the falling of tears
No way for him back to her now
In silence as fierce as the tide
Oh why?

No sound but the cries of ghosts:
O my love
Why did you fight?
In the ringing silence
You can never tell me now
No sound but the falling of tears:
O my love
Why did you go?
In the deadly silence
You can never tell me now

In the days when the battlefields sang
In the days when the boulevards burned
Lovers then as now may cry
And never will they learn

Love will be your guide until
You cannot hear it sing
Behind the lines they took him down
Upon the field of war

Love has come to my call
By my hand love will fall
Evil silence my song