in the dark through the fog we have marched hard and long
all day long through desert sands we have trekked scorched
by the sun
death or glory said our banner
flying high
death or glory and a million ghosts to haunt our nights
a hundred masters paid our way
a hundred lands we laid to waste
in grey ships around the globe
oceans and mountains we crossed for our gold
death or glory said our banner
flying high
death or glory and amillion ghosts to haunt our nights
now were old
and few are left
gone is our health and gone is our wealth
in our rooms
cold damp and small
we battle our ghosts every night until dawn