Life aroused through birth,
And life will remain precious till the last breath
Death which will take on us like a bombshell
Is something nobody has ever wished ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.