Signed your name on the dotted line
Your promising future was soon left behind
Eyes open wide, god and gun at your side
Your hopes and dreams soo fall by the wayside
 [bad word] 
But not it's 
Left right, left right
Orders are givin don't step out of lin 
Left right, left right
Face front to attention gun at your side
Left right, left right
promising future that promises nothing
Left right, left right
But a cross on your grave

No one could prepare for what lie ahead
in a blink of an eye it's [bad word] famine and death
The horrors of war to real to forget
It's too late for sorrow too late to forget
So keep marching on just like lamb to the slaughter
Kill or be killed is the old almamater
The streets of [bad word] red with the horror
The promis is freedom, but the reality is death

Orders are givin now there's no turning back 
With a blink of an eye it's guns, bombs and death
The horros of war to real to forget
It's too late for sorrow for regret
Riddled with bullets your life fades away
Your war torn eyes to blurred to see another day
But the troops atill march on just like lamb to the slaughter
After all freedoms' at stake and there is more left to conquer