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Marching out to the fields

High in spirit as your

comrades cheer

On to glory, out to shine

Boot heels beat the ground in time

Sordid mist leads the path

Anticipation is released at last

frontline - mud and grime

Soaked in blood,

rotten guts and lime

Told to fight, want to flee

You will be trampled

in the death gallop

Taught to fight, too late to see

You will be trampled

in the death gallop

No time to waste, fall in line

Load your rifle, sabre at your side

Sound the charge, you start to march

Cannons roar, keep the pace, falter not

With trembling hands

you raise your gun

The foe's so close

you can almost touch

Rumbling ground, infernal sound

Close your eyes,

now we're all hellbound

You have no name

You have no face

A piece of meat

Ready to erase

Told to fight, want to flee

You will be trampled

in the death gallop

Taught to fight, too late to see

You will be trampled

in the death gallop