What have I done? What have I seen?
What have I been? What will I be?
In graveyards made of stone you see
It's quiet joy and misery
It smells of home and something bittersweet

Fallen sons of an empire
Retreat from desolate dreams
Someone's lighting a candle
And it's
And it's
Bittersweet

Spoken:

So one more time the cannons speak
While the young and the dead mingle
With the stench of old campaigns
Amidst the slow decline of empires
Bathed in the blood of innocents
What's won and lost
Is bittersweet

Whose life is stilled? Whom have I killed?
Whose place is set that won't be filled?
You know the ones who hatch the schemes
Are not the one's who fight
And justified by men of means
Who never risk their lives

Fallen heroes of empires
March in disparate dreams
Resplendent tokens of honor
And it's
And it's
Bittersweet