Then the winged hussars arrived. (Storm clouds, fire and steel) (Death from above make their enemy kneel) Coming down they turned the tide. (Shining armour and wings) (Death from above, it's an army of kings) [x2] We remember. In September. When the winged hussars arrived.
A short man from TexasA man of the wildThrown into combatWhere bodies lie piledHides his emotionsHis blood’s running coldJust like his victories,His story unfoldsBrightA white lightIf there’d beAny glory in warLet it restOn men like himDead men will never come backCrosses grow on AnzioWhere no soldiers sleepAnd where hell’s six feet deepThat death does waitThere’s no debateSo charge and attackGoing to Hell and BackA man of the 15thA man of Can DoFriends fall around himAnd yet he came throughLet them fall face downIf they must dieMaking it easierTo say goodbyeBrightA white lightIf there’d be,Any glory in warLet it restOn men like himWho went to Hell and came backCrosses grow on AnzioWhere no soldiers sleepAnd where hell is six feet deepThat death does waitThere’s no debateSo charge and attackGoing to Hell and BackOh gather round meAnd listen while I speakOf a warWhere Hell is six feet deepAnd all along the shoreWhere cannons still roarThey’re haunting my dreamsThey’re still there when I sleepWe saw crosses grow on AnzioWhere no soldiers sleepAnd where hell is six feet deepThat death does waitThere’s no debateWe charged and attacked,We went to hell and back!
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