No quarter - Fields of glory

A water failled trench, sat alone,
Back to a land I once called home,
Light another cigarette, ice on your breath,
Eyes transfixed on the ladder of death
And I'm waiting for the call of the battle cry,
cos it's hell to live and it's certainly hell to die.

Over the top, hear the final call,
Nudreds of faces, hear the cannon's roar,
When the orders are given, like you've seen before,
The creature of death, will reap his own reward,
And I'm waiting for the call of the battle cry,
cos it's hell to live and it's certainly hell to die.

Chorus

March on to the fields of glory
March on like we did a thousand times before,
March on to the fields of glory,
Where the poppy fields are there to remind us,
Of the men that died in the battles of this grear war.
This great war.

Watch the bombs go off above me head,
A soldier fall, the fallen dead,
A blood brothers war is what we fight
And deep in my hear I know it's not right.
And I'm waiting for the call of the battle cry,
'cos it's hell to live and it's certainly hell to die

Chorus

March on to the fields of glory
March on like we did a thousand times before,
March on to the fields of glory,
Where the poppy fields are there to remind us,
Of the men that died in the battles of this grear war.
This great war.

March on to the fields of glory
March on like we did a thousand times before,
March on to the fields of glory,
Where the poppy fields are there to remind us,
Of the men that died in the battles of this grear war.
This great war.