Off to war with the other men,
To the desert wonderland we go again,
to the other man we rely on,
to the other man we depend on,
Grab all your guns, grab all your crosses,
give comfort to the mothers for their losses.

It is always our duty as men,
for a hand we mus always lend,
tis the man next to us we care for,
in the end we dont care about the score,
Maybe one a war will be no more.

To the glorious marching, to the glorious medals,
the death of a fellow soldier is like thorns and neddles,
tis liberty we always fight for,
tis justice we always strive for,
in the end we are changed forever,
in the end we are truely no more.