A cry for help, a distant whisper A foreign nation calling our name Sent to hell, to reach for heaven To serve in dark, as light in the black
Sent into battle to aid strangers in need Gain independence, our forces will lead Final solution when all others have failed Liberation is coming our path has been laid
We remember the fields, where our tanks held the line We remember our brothers in arms
When the war, has been won And our march home begins What awaits has not yet been revealed What was won? what was lost? Will our deeds be remembered? Are they written on stone or in sand?
Marching ashore, our target awaits Facing resistance, forces driven by hate Protecting civilians, while fired upon Rules of engagement, our restrictions are gone
We remember the sea, where our ships broke the waves We remember our brothers in arms
Leaving home, set to sea Was this really meant to be? See the shore of our home fade away Facing blood, facing pain Have our brothers died in vain? Many lives has been lost on the way