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They've held the sharpened blades
To the bitter end
They've known 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 street
Chasing evil men
With light tanks and hot grenades
Let freedom rise again
Tired soldiers marching onward
Batlle to the dawn
Tired soldiers marching forwad
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
Tired soldiers marching onward
Battle to the dawn
Tired soldiers marching forward
Battered marching on
Tired soldiers marching onward
Battle to the dawn
Tired soldiers marching forward
Battered marching on