Songtext von Wardrummer

I wish I could look into the past where my grandfathers grandfather fought for our land He was a drummer in the army and marched first of the front line He was proud in his blue uniform and on his shoulder there was a clean gun He followed HM over seas and through countries though the King said; You may get shot and fall dead Oh ready They pulled horses and wagons through many landscapes in mud and clay, in mud and clay They dreamed about the end but never of escape Let the wheels keep on rollin' We must kill thoose bloody Russians After a moment, in fire and fog He got killed by a flying bullet through his wardrum and his soul turned back home to the old town we called Stockholm I wish I could look into the past where my grandfathers grandfather fought for our land He was a drummer in the army and marched first of the front line