Marching, marching. All day long.
Don't know stop nor rest.
Won't stop even if the omnipotent gods
Will kill them on their way.

To fight, they march day and night
To fight when no one will survive.
To fight, they said and in their sight
They saw the enemy and began the battle for their lives.

Marching, marching, without knowing
Why this fight had happened?
Their wracked souls to oblivion are going,
They died from the hands of which they hated.

Waiting, waiting, like black shadow
The death angel is watching.
Because two kings that despised each other
Today their men are dying.

Blood, blood, everywhere,
They just keep on fighting.
And the black angel is still aware,
And the dead everywhere are lying.

The cause, the cause, fight for the cause!
And they continued their fighting.
And suddenly a voice had rose,
The cause isn't worth our dying!

מחאה נגד כל מלחמה באשר היא מלחמה.