The lamps now Glitter down the street Faintly sound The falling feet And the blue Even slowly falls About the garden Trees and walls Now in the falling Of the gloom The red fire paints The empty room And warmly on the roof It looks And flickers on the back Of the books Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing, in the fire Till as I gaze with staring eyes The army falls, the lustre dies Then once again The glow returns Again the phantom City burns And down the red-hot Valley, lo! The phantom armies Marching go! Go! Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing, in the fire Till as I gaze with staring eyes The army falls, the lustre dies Blinking embers Tell me true Where are those Armies marching to? And what The burning city is That crumbles In your furnaces? Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing, in the fire Till as I gaze with staring eyes The army falls, the lustre dies Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing, in the fire Till as I gaze with staring eyes