In a wilderness of foggy thoughts
Battling, with your minds retorts
Walking on empty plains
Where deserts soak up
Even drowning rains
Soldier on to this
Marching song
Head held high
With eyes fixed strong
Drum beat thud
Cymbal crash down
The mud it is thick
With desires to drown
Your feet in earth
Your boots are sinking
Sick with the memory
Of long lost thinking
And armies of many
Are fighting their fights
Lost in the blackness
They're losing their sights
Your veins are my trenches
My gun is my own
The whispers fall heavy
With delicate moans
Arms and legs
Teeth and nail
Our fragile companions
Are destined to fail
For this battalion
Has been run through
Therefore captains
And comrades
I bid you all adieu
- 专辑:Violet Cries
- 歌手:Esben And The Witch
- 歌曲:Marching Song