Too long a silence behind the lines Shambled for days in the rain Starving and hunted, struggle inside Chasers at our heels Pulse is rising, death breathes down the neck Cold shivers down the spine A suicide mission behind the back of God Forgotten at the mercy of fate We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms We are the Ghost Patrol These fields grow from our blood ♪ No rumbling gunfire, take a bearing to the West We might reach the frontline The countdown's begun, we are bleeding to death At the edge of a nameless grave Truce has fallen We're far away from home Is this the point of no return? How can we get back without firing a gun? We might give a reason for war We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms We are the Ghost Patrol These fields grow from our blood We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms We are the Ghost Patrol These fields grow from our blood Silently wandering Crawling through the enemy lines Face in the mud, we pray to god While they're swarming over Suddenly, I cannot hear the marching men or the hell on wheels Still, we are on their land they call the Paradise ♪ We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms We are the Ghost Patrol These fields grow from our blood We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms We are the Ghost Patrol These fields grow from our blood