Too long a silence behind the lines
Shambled for days in the rain
Starving and hunted
Struggle inside
Chasers are 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 can not 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