Old Moloch walks the way tonight 
On Flander's poppied field, 
Where foe meets foe in steel and might 
And never one shall yield.

Old Moloch of the fiery shrine, 
Deep in the throes of pain, 
Cries for the bleeding anodyne 
Of flesh of youths again.

Heart of my heart went out tonight, 
Where Moloch holds the way, 
To lads of brown and black and white 
Who blazon Freedom's day.

Tear down the shrine of Moloch there, 
From crimson field and glen, 
Tear down the shrine of Moloch where 
It shames the hearts of men.