Soldier's March

Two by two
The soldiers march,
Singing a funeral hymn.
Over frozen field
And icy stream,
Into the mouth of Hell.

Two by two
The soldiers march.
Their guns are drawn,
Their swords are bare,
Now running
Into the mouth of Hell.

One
Soldier marches,
Singing a funeral hymn.
Over frozen field
And icy stream,
Away from the mouth of Hell.





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