Stand up Step up The cool mist settles on morning The young men breathe shallowly Preparing to start moving forward When the colonel give the decree One foot in front of the other One hundred strong all ready to win The soldiers call out the warnings Their carbines trained to kill Three warnings means death Three warnings the last sound they hear Some will try to escape All will meet the end With only one exception One of one hundred will live like a king Solo: Dannov, Moeller From the halftrack killing One by one they fell Miles passed beneath Soon will be the end Solo: Dannov On down the road Down to the last three Most have died Many died Three warnings A dark figure in the distance