(oooo)
Forward march, and I await on the east side
In late March, we landmark on the great divide
When we walk, it is always on the river’s side
Bayonet, I leave you to turn this eager tide
Soldier’s waltz
The blood streaming from my lungs
raise your guns
and shout at the lonely sun
oh oh oh, oh oh oh
x2
break x 2
Take your men
under ramparts and tattered flags
soil soars beneath the feet
of millionaires
Spoiled fun
we believed all that we had seen before
now our guns raise up the furies
of this bitter war
oh oh oh, oh oh oh
In late March, we landmark on the great divide
In late March, we landmark on the great divide