All battalions on the hill
Crashing down about your ears
Hear the screaming cold and shrill
You know it's hard to hide your fears

You wanna leave this place today
You know your time will come
Remember what they say
Or else you're gonna go

See the general on the hill
He hopes behind the man
All around his troops are in the fields
They're waiting to invade our land

The captured may not make a stand
We've got to hold our ground
We're gonna fight till the very last man
Till the bugler starts to sound

And now the battle's over
We see the troops have fled
But in the fields there's burning bodies
Of the hundred thousand dead

Bring tribute to the mastery
The opposing generals dead
Raised high above the battlements
The bomb is calling up dead