Where do all the dead men go   From the battlefields?   Where are their exploded bones   Their useless swords and shields?      In the hall of ancient gods   Are they now at piece   Or are they fighting evermore   To earn their last release?      Midgard, Heaven, kingdom come   Are they all the same   Fallen heroes warriors   The valiant the slain   Did they believe or did they die in vain?      Immortal dead, fathers and sons   When all is said and all is done   Running for your life, dying for the cause   Pawns in the game, voices from the war      The men they march away to fight   Their fate is never clean   They never all come home again   To tell of what they've seen      In the battles bloody fury   Is the verdict just?   Executioner, judge and jury   Forgotten in the dust      Valhalla happy hunting ground   Are they all the same   Fallen heroes, warriors the valiant the slain   Did they believe or did they die ashamed?      Immortal dead, brothers and sons   All is said, all is done   Fighting to the death   What did they do it for?   Soldiers of the cross   Voices from the war      The battlefields are silent now   The graves all look the same   The crosses without number   And so many without names      In the battles misery   Drowned in blood and fear   A hundred hundred thousand   For a hundred thousand years      Are they in a better place   Or do they lie unclaimed   The heroes, the deserters, the cowardly, the shamed   Did they know or did they die insane?      Mourn for the lost   Stolen from their lives   Gone before their time   No chance to say goodbye      Fighting to the death   How could they be so sure?   Voices from the grave   Voices from the war