In Flanders Fields Lyrics

Sabaton
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky,
The larks still bravely singing fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields, In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw,
The torch be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields.