It's dawning and when the sun shows up it's time to be prepared Guns and bottles are shining and reflecting the celestial glare Parcels are stuffed with fresh bread, sausages, ketchup, mayonnaise Our path lies clear at our feet and
We walk into the solemn shades and listen to the silence of the trees They stand in their eternal pride and greatness Strong are the walls of nature's temple, airy are its halls With carpets made of grass The sun stares down at us from cloudless skies
Fizzy cold beer running down our throats Ruthless bullets tearing cans to shreds And flames burning high
Solid dark surrounds us as the bonfire dies away Embers smolder giving way to ghostly moon to light our way We're marching through the moonlit thicket whith our spirits high Out of forest then we go into the night