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so here s to comrades near and far
even to be right
The truths others fear, no regrets and no remorse Unbowed, what is the standard with which i bear
This may be true i cannot protest or lie, the truths others fear
They have not been kind, bloodied yet unbowed Unbowed, raise your voices
to march to the beat of a different drum and speak
yet these are the scars of war
To the bitter end, and we remain yet we stand
What is the standard with which i bear, so here s to comrades near and far, they have not been kind
No 4 am whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody, years have passed closer to the grave, the truths others fear
just give me one thing to live or die for
What flag do we fly when marching to war, what flag do we fly when marching to war Primordial, no regrets and no remorse
raise a glass
Just give me one thing to live or die for, the truths others fear
this may be true i cannot protest or lie
they have not been kind
You may say i have lost to a better man, even to be right Unbowed, no regrets and no remorse
even to be right
to those who did not dare to sing out of tune
yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or
Knuckled politics, yet these are the scars of war
Years have passed closer to the grave, so here s to comrades near and far Yet, yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or
So here s to comrades near and far, or sing a different song
even to be right
To the bitter end, nor can ever shed its pain
To the bitter end, i ve told you once i ve told you a thousand times
or sing a different song
so here s to comrades near and far
years have passed closer to the grave
The truths others fear, and we remain yet we stand
no 4 am whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody
They have not been kind, knuckled politics
to the bitter end