Drawn and quartered Cornered and caged Fighting for old flags A lions share waged Keep your boots on - Stick to your guns This is where we'll make our stand Our kind, does not make old bones Got the devil at point-blank Chance is feeble - Chance is gone I'll beat the reaper this last time In this hell-hole I swear I will not die As the ghost of war slowly sweeps the ground We're riding home in a long black box With bloodstained flag and silver handles Like rats we ran towards the gates of Hell Hooked between a ruin and a war-blade The Devil swept the ruins Now I long for the valley of death The generals never said... When they told us to wage war There's no coming back from where you're going Death before surrender We dug our heels in hard Always go down fighting Claim victory in your heart Keep your boots on - Stick to your guns Death comes reaping fast tonight Hell walks among us - Turning men into dogs Pinned down and dying to fight Uncompromising and unconditional Unrelenting and unbound This is no place for bloodless cowards Watching distant cities burning to the ground "After more than 70 days of siege, in the missile-raked ruins of Khe'Sanh We saw the circling death from above For they're all gone now and left is only a smoking hole We had the advantage -Now it's death-absolute"