As the cannons fade and the bodies are counted Another hill, another mountain This pointless routine of our so-called war machine Don't dare to question why so many have died These nights last forever, time is passing by The sound of distant gunfire, breaks the silence of the night As daytime comes and the sun starts to burn The enemies coming with their backs to the sun But yet they're too far off to take them on This cat and mouse game goes on and on Take your positions and lay down low Hold your fire until you see their eyes glow Tired of waiting a comrade storms the hill Too late to hold him back, as we watch him being killed No more plan or strategy, tactics thrown overboard Another senseless chapter in this godforsaken war Going nowhere fast, how much longer can we last It might be our turn when the sun sets in the west Our chances of survival become smaller by the day We're ordered to keep fighting, there is no other way The only way out of this never-ending hell Is to storm that goddamned hill and arrange my own farewell As the cannons fade The bodies are counted And the troops march on As the cannons fade The troops march on The troops of doom