Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore
Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war
Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde
Hellenic hearts are set aflame, the hot gates calls their name
A final stand, stop the Persians, spear in hand
Form a wall, live to fall, and live forever
Sparta! Hellas!
Then, and again, sing of three hundred men
Slaughter! Persians!
Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender
Morning has broken, today they're fighting in the shade
When arrows blocked the sun they fell, tonight they dine in hell
By traitor's hand, secret passage, to their land
Know his name, know his shame will last forever
Sparta! Hellas!
Then, and again, sing of three hundred men
Slaughter! Persians!
Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender
Sabaton - The Last Stand Album Lyrics
Sabaton - The Last Stand Lyrics
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM, KENNY LARS KAENGSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Last Dying Breath
War begun, the kaiser has come
Day or night, the shells keep falling
Overrun, but never outdone
Street to street, denying defeat
Soldiers of the serbian army
keep your heads held high
Overrun, you fall one by one
For Belgrade and the Fatherland
Soldiers, heroes, die for your land
Your lives are gone, erased by your command
Until your last dying breath
Overrun, you're under the gun
Day or night, the shells kept falling
Sound the drum, the great war has come
Show no fear, the ending is near
A final charge, to face the fire
falling one by one
Major calls, the white city falls
Belgrade's streets are stained by blood
In haste, our lives are erased
Forward to glory for king and country
Defend the honour of Belgrade
Forward to glory, to face your fate at last
Day or night, the shells keep falling
Overrun, but never outdone
Street to street, denying defeat
Soldiers of the serbian army
keep your heads held high
Overrun, you fall one by one
For Belgrade and the Fatherland
Soldiers, heroes, die for your land
Your lives are gone, erased by your command
Until your last dying breath
Overrun, you're under the gun
Day or night, the shells kept falling
Sound the drum, the great war has come
Show no fear, the ending is near
A final charge, to face the fire
falling one by one
Major calls, the white city falls
Belgrade's streets are stained by blood
In haste, our lives are erased
Forward to glory for king and country
Defend the honour of Belgrade
Forward to glory, to face your fate at last
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM, KENNY LARS KAENGSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Blood Of Bannockburn
Now that our time has come to fight
Scotland must unite
We'll make a stand on Stirling ground
To put a challenge to the crown
We are one, we have come
We're here to break and end the occupation
We have our nation's fate in hand
It's time we make our final stand
Rally all the clans
Englishmen advance
Blood of Bannockburn
Point of no return
Join the Scottish revolution
Freedom must be won by blood
Now we call for revolution
Play the pipes and cry out loud
We need a king to rule our land
Bruce is in command
It is the crown that's in his sight
And it's the reason we will fight
To attack, send them back
And then we'll see to Bruce's coronation
We are the Scots with pikes in hand
And we will die to claim our land
Rally all the clans
Halted English plans
Charge of Bannockburn
Freedom we shall earn
Join the Scottish revolution
Freedom must be won by blood
Now we call for revolution
Play the pipes and cry out loud
And as the Hammer lost its crown
And a weak heir to succeed it
Play the tunes of victory
Play them higher and higher tonight
Wallace show the way
Led us to this day
Here at Bannockburn
Freedom we have earned
Join the Scottish revolution
Freedom must be won by blood
Now we call for revolution
Play the pipes and cry out loud
[x2]
Scotland must unite
We'll make a stand on Stirling ground
To put a challenge to the crown
We are one, we have come
We're here to break and end the occupation
We have our nation's fate in hand
It's time we make our final stand
Rally all the clans
Englishmen advance
Blood of Bannockburn
Point of no return
Join the Scottish revolution
Freedom must be won by blood
Now we call for revolution
Play the pipes and cry out loud
We need a king to rule our land
Bruce is in command
It is the crown that's in his sight
And it's the reason we will fight
To attack, send them back
And then we'll see to Bruce's coronation
We are the Scots with pikes in hand
And we will die to claim our land
Rally all the clans
Halted English plans
Charge of Bannockburn
Freedom we shall earn
Join the Scottish revolution
Freedom must be won by blood
Now we call for revolution
Play the pipes and cry out loud
And as the Hammer lost its crown
And a weak heir to succeed it
Play the tunes of victory
Play them higher and higher tonight
Wallace show the way
Led us to this day
Here at Bannockburn
Freedom we have earned
Join the Scottish revolution
Freedom must be won by blood
Now we call for revolution
Play the pipes and cry out loud
[x2]
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Diary Of An Unknown Soldier
I remember the Argonne, 1918.
The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day.
Machine gun fire from enemy lines.
The sickening sound of a bayonet tearng through human flesh.
The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation.
All these sounds still echo in my mind,
And as conducted by Death himself it all comes together as music.
A rhythm of death
A symphony of war
The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day.
Machine gun fire from enemy lines.
The sickening sound of a bayonet tearng through human flesh.
The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation.
All these sounds still echo in my mind,
And as conducted by Death himself it all comes together as music.
A rhythm of death
A symphony of war
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Lost Battalion
Far from their land as they made their stand
They stood strong and the legend still lives on
1918 the great war rages on
A battalion is lost in Argonne
Under fire there's nothing they can do
There's no way, they can get a message through
Suffer heavy losses as the battle carries on
Liberty division standing strong
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye
Weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved
Friendly fire munitions running low
The supplies, they were dropped upon their foe
1918 the war still rages on
The battalion still trapped in the Argonne
Chose not to surrender, they chose victory or defeat
Fallen brothers resting by their feet
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye
Weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
Live or die, who cal tell there's no goodbye
With weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
They stood strong and the legend still lives on
Suffered heavy losses through the great war they stood strong
But the memory of the fallen still lives on
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye
Weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved
They stood strong and the legend still lives on
1918 the great war rages on
A battalion is lost in Argonne
Under fire there's nothing they can do
There's no way, they can get a message through
Suffer heavy losses as the battle carries on
Liberty division standing strong
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye
Weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved
Friendly fire munitions running low
The supplies, they were dropped upon their foe
1918 the war still rages on
The battalion still trapped in the Argonne
Chose not to surrender, they chose victory or defeat
Fallen brothers resting by their feet
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye
Weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
Live or die, who cal tell there's no goodbye
With weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
They stood strong and the legend still lives on
Suffered heavy losses through the great war they stood strong
But the memory of the fallen still lives on
Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye
Weapon in hand, they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Rorkes Drift
News that came that morning told that the main force had been slain,
Chance for peace and justice gone, and all talks had been in vain
A prince had been offended and he had gone the path of war
Now that 1500 men are dead, and the Zulus at the door
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back!
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed!
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
Later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift,
Stacking boxes, fortifying, preparations must be swift
Spears and shields of oxen hide facing uniforms and guns,
As the rifles fire echoes higher, beating like the sound of drums
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back!
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed!
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
1879, when a few held the line!
(Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked!)
When the last stand was made, and the Empire saved!
(Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked!)
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back!
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed!
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
Chance for peace and justice gone, and all talks had been in vain
A prince had been offended and he had gone the path of war
Now that 1500 men are dead, and the Zulus at the door
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back!
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed!
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
Later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift,
Stacking boxes, fortifying, preparations must be swift
Spears and shields of oxen hide facing uniforms and guns,
As the rifles fire echoes higher, beating like the sound of drums
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back!
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed!
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
1879, when a few held the line!
(Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked!)
When the last stand was made, and the Empire saved!
(Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked!)
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back!
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed!
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near!
There's no surrender!
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled!
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Last Stand
In the heart of holy see
In the home of Christianity
The seat of power is in danger
There's a foe of a thousand swords
They've been abandoned by their lords
Their fall from grace will pave their path, to damnation
Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
It was 1527
Gave their lives on the steps to heaven
Thy will be done!
For the grace, for the might of our lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so boldly
For the grace, for the might of our lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story again
Under guard of 42
Along a secret avenue
Castle saint Angelo is waiting
They're the guard of the holy see
They're the guards of Christianity
Their path to history is paved with salvation
Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
It was 1527
Gave their lives on the steps to heaven
Thy will be done!
For the grace, for the might of our lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so boldly
For the grace, for the might of our lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story again
Dying for salvation with dedication
No capitulation, annihilation
Papal commendation, reincarnation
Heaven is your destination
[x2]
In the name of god
For the grace, for the might of our lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so boldly
For the grace, for the might of our lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story
Gave their lives so boldly
Come and tell the Swiss Guards' story again
In the home of Christianity
The seat of power is in danger
There's a foe of a thousand swords
They've been abandoned by their lords
Their fall from grace will pave their path, to damnation
Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
It was 1527
Gave their lives on the steps to heaven
Thy will be done!
For the grace, for the might of our lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so boldly
For the grace, for the might of our lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story again
Under guard of 42
Along a secret avenue
Castle saint Angelo is waiting
They're the guard of the holy see
They're the guards of Christianity
Their path to history is paved with salvation
Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
It was 1527
Gave their lives on the steps to heaven
Thy will be done!
For the grace, for the might of our lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so boldly
For the grace, for the might of our lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story again
Dying for salvation with dedication
No capitulation, annihilation
Papal commendation, reincarnation
Heaven is your destination
[x2]
In the name of god
For the grace, for the might of our lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so boldly
For the grace, for the might of our lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story
Gave their lives so boldly
Come and tell the Swiss Guards' story again
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM, CHRISTOFFER ROERLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Hill 3234
Landed on the hilltop, soviet forces are in place
Awaiting orders!
They were only 39
They were told to hold the line
In control
Sent into battle, came from the sky
Trapped on a mountain, and into the fire
Hold your ground
When you're fighting those who fight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
You have to
Hold your ground
Kill the warrior in your sight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
January 7th, hold the hilltop at all costs
Follow orders!
Holding their ground
To the final round
One by one
Fight through the sundown, into the night
Enduring the darkness, awaiting the light
Hold your ground
When you're fighting those who fight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
You have to
Hold your ground
Kill the warrior in your sight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
Stand, hold your ground
Come around
Hostile land
Your last stand
Under fire low on munitions,
Make your bullets count
Push their warriors back down the mountain,
Rule the battlefront
Sent into battle, came from the sky
Trapped on a mountain, and into the fire
Hold your ground
When you're fighting those who fight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
You have to
Hold your ground
Kill the warrior in your sight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
Awaiting orders!
They were only 39
They were told to hold the line
In control
Sent into battle, came from the sky
Trapped on a mountain, and into the fire
Hold your ground
When you're fighting those who fight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
You have to
Hold your ground
Kill the warrior in your sight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
January 7th, hold the hilltop at all costs
Follow orders!
Holding their ground
To the final round
One by one
Fight through the sundown, into the night
Enduring the darkness, awaiting the light
Hold your ground
When you're fighting those who fight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
You have to
Hold your ground
Kill the warrior in your sight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
Stand, hold your ground
Come around
Hostile land
Your last stand
Under fire low on munitions,
Make your bullets count
Push their warriors back down the mountain,
Rule the battlefront
Sent into battle, came from the sky
Trapped on a mountain, and into the fire
Hold your ground
When you're fighting those who fight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
You have to
Hold your ground
Kill the warrior in your sight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Shiroyama
It's the nature of time
That the old ways must give in
It's the nature of time
That the new ways comes in sin
When the new meets the old
It always end the ancient ways
And as history told
The old ways go out in a blaze
Encircled by a vulture
The end of ancient culture
The dawn of destiny draws near
Imperial force defied, facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1, the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified
It's the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
As a new age begins
The way of the warrior comes to an end
As a new age begins
The ways of the old must apprehend
It's the nature of time
That the old ways must give in
It's the nature of time
That the new ways comes in sin
An offer of surrender
Saigo ignore contender
The dawn of destiny is here
Imperial force defied, facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1, the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified
It's the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
Until the dawn they hold on
Only 40 are left at the end
None alive, none survive
Shiroyama
Imperial force defied, facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1 the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified
It's the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1, facing the gun
60 to 1, culture undone
That the old ways must give in
It's the nature of time
That the new ways comes in sin
When the new meets the old
It always end the ancient ways
And as history told
The old ways go out in a blaze
Encircled by a vulture
The end of ancient culture
The dawn of destiny draws near
Imperial force defied, facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1, the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified
It's the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
As a new age begins
The way of the warrior comes to an end
As a new age begins
The ways of the old must apprehend
It's the nature of time
That the old ways must give in
It's the nature of time
That the new ways comes in sin
An offer of surrender
Saigo ignore contender
The dawn of destiny is here
Imperial force defied, facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1, the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified
It's the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
Until the dawn they hold on
Only 40 are left at the end
None alive, none survive
Shiroyama
Imperial force defied, facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1 the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified
It's the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1, facing the gun
60 to 1, culture undone
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, THORBJOERN LARS ENGLUND
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Winged Hussars
When the winged hussars arrived
A cry for help in time of need, await relief from holy league
60 days of siege, outnumbered and weak
Sent a message to the sky, wounded soldiers left to die
Will they hold the wall or will the city fall
Dedication
Dedication
They're outnumbered 15 to one
And the battle's begun
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down the mountainside
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down they turned the tide
As the days are passing by and as the dead are piling high
No escape and no salvation
Trenches to explosive halls are buried deep beneath the walls
Plant the charges there and watch the city fear
Desperation
Desperation
It's a desperate race against the mine
And a race against time
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down the mountainside
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down they turned the tide
Cannonballs are coming down from the sky
Janissaries are you ready to die?
We will seek our vengeance eye for an eye
You'll be stopped upon the steps of our gate
On this field you're only facing our hate
But back home the sultan's sealing your fate
We remember
In September
That's the night Vienna was freed
We made the enemy bleed!
Storm clouds, fire and steel
Death from above make their enemy kneel
A cry for help in time of need, await relief from holy league
60 days of siege, outnumbered and weak
Sent a message to the sky, wounded soldiers left to die
Will they hold the wall or will the city fall
Dedication
Dedication
They're outnumbered 15 to one
And the battle's begun
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down the mountainside
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down they turned the tide
As the days are passing by and as the dead are piling high
No escape and no salvation
Trenches to explosive halls are buried deep beneath the walls
Plant the charges there and watch the city fear
Desperation
Desperation
It's a desperate race against the mine
And a race against time
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down the mountainside
Then the winged hussars arrived
Coming down they turned the tide
Cannonballs are coming down from the sky
Janissaries are you ready to die?
We will seek our vengeance eye for an eye
You'll be stopped upon the steps of our gate
On this field you're only facing our hate
But back home the sultan's sealing your fate
We remember
In September
That's the night Vienna was freed
We made the enemy bleed!
Storm clouds, fire and steel
Death from above make their enemy kneel
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Last Battle
5th of May, V day is just around the corner
1945 the Fuhrer reign is at its end
Jenny at the gates, as the SS open fire
There's no time to waste, the final battle has begun
After the downfall, a castle besieged
Facing the Nazis awaiting relief
Gangl and Lee and their men set the prisoners free
An it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German army
Joining together at last
One last fight, it's the death throes of the 3rd Reich
Justice shall be done, the final battle remains
Ammo is running low, they're depleting their machine guns
Every bullet counts until surrender is announced
After the downfall, a castle relieved
Defeating the Nazis who held them besieged
Gangl and Lee and their men set the prisoners free
An it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German army
Joining together at last
From the foot of the alps to the shores of the sea
From the foot of the alps to the shores of the sea
From the home of the brave, from the land of the free
From the foot of the alps to the shores of the sea
An it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German army
Joining together at last
[x2]
1945 the Fuhrer reign is at its end
Jenny at the gates, as the SS open fire
There's no time to waste, the final battle has begun
After the downfall, a castle besieged
Facing the Nazis awaiting relief
Gangl and Lee and their men set the prisoners free
An it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German army
Joining together at last
One last fight, it's the death throes of the 3rd Reich
Justice shall be done, the final battle remains
Ammo is running low, they're depleting their machine guns
Every bullet counts until surrender is announced
After the downfall, a castle relieved
Defeating the Nazis who held them besieged
Gangl and Lee and their men set the prisoners free
An it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German army
Joining together at last
From the foot of the alps to the shores of the sea
From the foot of the alps to the shores of the sea
From the home of the brave, from the land of the free
From the foot of the alps to the shores of the sea
An it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German army
Joining together at last
[x2]
Writer: JOAKIM BRODEN, PAER SUNDSTROEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Camouflage
I was a P.F.C. on a search patrol, huntin' Charlie down
It was the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marine, with a pair of friendly eyes
Appeared there at my shoulder and said "Wait."
If Charlie wants to tangle now, he'll have two to dodge"
I said, "Well, thanks a lot!" I told him my name and asked him his
And he said "The boys just call me Camouflage"
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big Marine
Well, we fought all night, side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him just as if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran
And it was near the riverbank when the ambush came
And I thought it was the end, and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin' through a bush
And that big Marine, he just swat it with his hand
Just like it was a fly...
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big marine
When he led me outta danger I saw my camp and waved goodbye
He just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
When I got back to my H.Q., I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big Marine named Camouflage
When I said his name, the soldier gulped, and a medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said "You may be tellin' the true, boy, but this here is Camouflage
And he's been right here since he passed away last night
But before he went, he said Semper Fi, and said his only wish
Was to save a young Marine caught in a barrage
So here, take his dog tag, son, I know he'd want you to have it now"
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big marine
[x3]
It was the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marine, with a pair of friendly eyes
Appeared there at my shoulder and said "Wait."
If Charlie wants to tangle now, he'll have two to dodge"
I said, "Well, thanks a lot!" I told him my name and asked him his
And he said "The boys just call me Camouflage"
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big Marine
Well, we fought all night, side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him just as if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran
And it was near the riverbank when the ambush came
And I thought it was the end, and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin' through a bush
And that big Marine, he just swat it with his hand
Just like it was a fly...
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big marine
When he led me outta danger I saw my camp and waved goodbye
He just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
When I got back to my H.Q., I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big Marine named Camouflage
When I said his name, the soldier gulped, and a medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said "You may be tellin' the true, boy, but this here is Camouflage
And he's been right here since he passed away last night
But before he went, he said Semper Fi, and said his only wish
Was to save a young Marine caught in a barrage
So here, take his dog tag, son, I know he'd want you to have it now"
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big marine
[x3]
Writer: STANDARD R FUNSTEN
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY