Bolt Thrower

Those that fell today shall be
In solemn sculpture cast
Always held in reverence
In memory of the past
Named in tribute forevermore
The colours carved on the granite wall
Folded flags awarded
In the line of duty fallen
Draped upon the coffin lid
The banner never taken
The regimental crest
That still flies high
No colours lost, the epitaph
Attempt to take them and you shall die