Songtext von Soldiers

They've held the sharpened blades to the bitter end They've know the smell of hate rising from the dead Tired soldiers marching onward Battle to the dawn Tired soldiers marching forward Battered marching on They've run through city streets chasing evil men With light tanks and hot grenades let freedom rise again Tired soldiers marching onward Battle to the dawn Tired soldiers marching forward Battered marching on And these bitter mistakes won't rescue you when it's over Yes these bitter mistakes won't rescue you on your own I'm telling you Private give me your gun we'll show them once and for all the meaning of pride and glory