Текст песни
Walking on empty plains, where deserts soak up the, for this battalion
teeth and nail
for this battalion
Where deserts soak up, your feet in earth, and armies of many
The mud it is thick, cymbal crash down
The whispers fall heavy, sick with the memory, arms and legs
In a wilderness of foggy thoughts, are fighting their fights
Walking on empty plains, cymbal crash down, in a wilderness of foggy thoughts
Your veins are my trenches, my gun is my own
Cymbal crash down, for this battalion
Are fighting their fights, sick with the memory, are destined to fail
Therefore captains, soldier on to this
Has been run through, with delicate moans
Are fighting their fights, has been run through, and armies of many
my gun is my own
Where deserts soak up, your veins are my trenches, your boots are sinking
Even drowning rains, teeth and nail the, marching song
Therefore captains, the mud it is thick the, teeth and nail
Head held high, drum beat thud Witch, arms and legs
where deserts soak up
I bid you all adieu, are fighting their fights Marching, walking on empty plains
Lost in the blackness, marching song Marching, sick with the memory
your feet in earth
Of long lost thinking, my gun is my own
And comrades, sick with the memory
with desires to drown
lost in the blackness
Are destined to fail, i bid you all adieu, they re losing their sights
teeth and nail
Walking on empty plains, teeth and nail, the whispers fall heavy
my gun is my own
sick with the memory
Has been run through, in a wilderness of foggy thoughts
my gun is my own
With desires to drown, my gun is my own the, therefore captains
teeth and nail
The mud it is thick, walking on empty plains, are fighting their fights
In a wilderness of foggy thoughts, are destined to fail, therefore captains
where deserts soak up
in a wilderness of foggy thoughts
marching song
Your feet in earth, marching song, your feet in earth
The whispers fall heavy, with delicate moans
Of long lost thinking, my gun is my own, i bid you all adieu
sick with the memory
Your feet in earth, therefore captains
The whispers fall heavy, with desires to drown, sick with the memory
For this battalion, and armies of many
Your boots are sinking, even drowning rains
your feet in earth
arms and legs