| Blood on your hands as you put them | |
| Near the hole in your chest. | |
| Where the bullet struck and threw you | |
| Flat into the mud. "Come on lads" the bastards soon will be defeated | |
| God is on our side was what you heard | |
| When all went black | |
| For god and the country we raise our heads | |
| All real heroes die the glorious dead | |
| From this point of view it all looks very different | |
| As you cough up blood and an intense cold | |
| Runs up your spine | |
| No one ever told you that it could be like this | |
| Dehumanised, no respect for life, you want to cry | |
| For god and the country we raise our heads | |
| Or ideals that weren't yours the glorious dead | |
| Misguidence was your undoing | |
| Death stares you in the face | |
| Memories, past times flash by | |
| As they declare you dead | |
| For god and the country you raised your head | |
| Who remembers your name the glorious dead |