Our Darkest Hour

Darkness We are surrounded by the night Fear We cower all the while in fright We come from humblest beginnings Suppressed by pain and sorrow We have barely lasted today And we may not make tomorrow 'Tis our darkest hour Maybe our very last We have made it through the battle But the war is still at hand In these fading moments As we try to mend our wounds Fire rages on As we carry dead men to their tombs But from our tears and from our pain Arises something new Formed from the heat of the flames 'Tis our enemies doom It is not something magical But something so much more From the might within our souls Has this new power been forged You can see it in our eyes The change from within There is no longer pity or sorrow But a marked determination We have risen from the darkness Overcome our greatest fears Our fallen brothers in arms Have brought mighty tears The general calls the order "wait for my call" We lie there in wait Then he cried "Charge! Charge! Charge!" We flew through the night Our rifles at the ready Gunshots caused bursts of light As we held our bayonets steady Yes this is our darkest hour Perhaps our very last But at least while we fight We are free, free at last