It can be heard
In every man, every bullet, every shell
In every word, ink and pen
Every family torn, every post marked stamp wishing them well
I'm a man of no faith
But I'm familiar with hell
It can be seen
On every kid scared to d**h
The wear and the pain on their face
We march on into snow, into rain
Our friends and our holes and our early graves
I'm a man of no faith
But I'm familiar with hell