Legion of St. George - Fix bayonets

We're going over the top and we're bringing hell
Over the top and your die well
With all of our nationas haopes and fears
One last charger with our cold steell!

Don't take no prisoners, spare no lives
Put up your hands and you will die
Don't go surrender or regrets
To the last round fix bayonets

It's the midnight hour them or us
No time to think time to adjust
We're gonna charge someone will ie
Some poor bastads outta time
Hear the bells begin to toll
We are of unconquered soul
See the devil begin to grin
Were back in business once again

Chorus

As close the the edge as fear allows
Our hearts bloody and unbowed
We can't fail leave debt unpaid
We'll meet our maker unafraid
So we'll fix bayonets to our guns
Pray to God were not over run
Think of our families and land we love
Then as one we'll shout charge

Chous

So welcome the lions lair
A once great nation in need of repair
With people that are down not out
Getting ready for one last shout,
Embrace our foe with deaths caress
Cause just one lunge with suppress
Think we're down not taking bets
With our backs to the wall so we fix bayonets