Lyrics Gospel of the Horns

Gospel of the Horns

1915

Face the west at sunset,

Hear the bugle's call

The spirit of the ANZAC code

Will live on in us all

At the dawn of each new day

Turn and face the east

Hail for those who died

Remember the deceased

No room to raise their rifles

Clamouring over sun stench corpses

In dark conditions they fought hard

With sword and fist

Prepare to charge

Fix bayonets

Clear your thoughts

No bullets

This is hand to hand combat

All hail... the legends of Lone Pine

The fighting raged relentlessly

Before the week was done

6000 more lay dead out in the sun

Blood spilt in the ridges

In the gullies in the trench

Stretcher man moved the wounded back...

Out of the stench

They fought hard with sword and bloodied fist