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Curse the heat wave
With it begins the harvest season
The earth will shed our loved ones
The platoon returns to haunt those damned hills

A weeping nation in their hearts
The songs of women in their ears
The black summer envelopes them
The training overtakes their fears

Elohim
Give them night vision
For they will never again see the light of day
Guide them to peaceful shores
As the platoon marches on through the night of judgment

Look up at the night sky
A divine wind whispers in my ear
It's lonely here without you
Will you visit me in sleep?

And when summer's over
And we come down from the hills
And go back to our homes
Will anyone remember this?

Elohim
Give them night vision
Don't let those men stare into the darkness
Guide them to peaceful shores
As the platoon marches on through the night of judgment

Send your angels down to Lebanon
To those damned hills