Soldiers - Hide The Knives

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