War’s dark cloud, and....night—

A world in flames, a fearful fate.

From London’s smoke to Stalingrad’s fight,

We learned the cost of freedom’s light.

They marched away with hope so bright,

Into the storm, into the night.

They faced the tanks, the bombs, the pain,

To break the chains, to end the reign.

Now silent fields where battles roared,

And peace is won, though hard it’s stored.

We bow our heads, we softly say:

“We will remember, come what may.”

In world, the thunder rolled,

The world was young, but history told

Of darkness rising, of nations torn,

Of flags unfurled on a battle-scarred morn.