Antietam -

Thanks be to war and our losses before

Thank God for mud and for rain

We’re anxious to fight and have Federals in sight

We’ll reward their transgressions with pain

We’ll strike at their home, and so northwards we roam

Singing «Dixie» with bellies full of rum

We’re hungry and proud, our rebel yells loud

On the banks of this place called Antietam

Once more unto the breach we go

Our brothers are now our foes

Our countrymen have lost their way

We’ll send them straight to Hell

I know that we can win the day

(Make them pay)

Thank God for this plight, that we may reunite

Our Union of equal-born men

At Capitol Hill, they exerted their will

But justice we must defend

When this is through, we know it to be true

That many won’t make it back home

Let history show what sacrifices we’ve known for this war

When the North stands alone

The field is reaped for harvest

Our fellows' blood soaks the ground

With every shot, more men are lost

Bodies all around

In the din of screams and gunfire

The scales are tipped so many times

Never was so little traded

For so many wasted lives

This morning, we were so proud

May our brothers forgive our sins

We have shed so much blood

But in the end, no one wins

Our dead now lay among us

We collect our fallen brethren

In grief we are united once again

A solemn truce between us

As silence fills the air

We’re all the same in the darkness of the night

The cornfield, the bloody lane

All shot down in ruin

So much death, nothing gained

But the way was paved for freedom

Twenty-two thousand souls

Illuminate this soil now

We all look back in horror

The gates of Hell had opened

At Antietam