The Mansions of the Lord
To fallen soldiers let us sing
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord.
No more bleeding, no more fight,
No prayers pleading through the night,
Just divine embrace, eternal light,
To the Mansions of the Lord.
Where no mothers cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard though the angels sleep,
Through the ages safely keep
The Mansions of the Lord.
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