Where the men trod in filthy lands
In blood and gore, (and) sweat swathed
There lies the dawn break of glory
There lies true victory!
Men are tired, men are hungry
Men are ailing, men are worried
They are gloom under dark clouds
They want food, they need some food.
Bloody saliva dribbled from their mouth
As they staggered, stumbled and fell off
Their blood shot eyes, staring wide
The sound of cannon keeps them alive.
Their lonely hearts twinge in pain
Their silent sobs go in vain
They hear the call of home in dreams
When a glimpse of it brings some solace.
They roar and tore the foes apart
They bring the glory, wave the flag
And beyond the horizon, where victory sounds
They rest there, kissing the ground.
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