Ask no more what you can do for your country, Ask your country why she did this to You Well it's been 7 long minutes since the first guns fired, Bodies ripped by bullets, hanging torn on the wire, An incoming scream, Underfire, Underfire!, Here dead outnumber the living, Here bullets flick through the air, I've never run so hard, I've never run so scared, And time here is too short, And friends here are too few, And if you get to live through hell, You get, your dream come true, With a finger on the trigger, You look down the sights, And the shot rings out in the dead of the night, And a man goes down, With a cry of despair, Lying half on his side, And gasping for air,
Where is God in this, Where is God in this, Such a sweet and beautiful thing I do, So far from home, Pro Patria Mori, Put to death my brother, Fight to honour old lies, Take the strength from his arms, And the light form his eyes, I pray for absolution, When I'm underfire,