That there is a blood it is memory
It's memory of our fights
That there is a bullet, it cold metal
It flies on wings of fate
The Remorse is a way
It's to conduct us
The Remorse it a fear
It will depress us
Rusty crosses on hills
It is graves, of ours the soldier
Their pain in an eternal hell
It we should understand of remorse
The Remorse is a way
It's to conduct us
The Remorse it a fear
It will depress us
What truth, dead men hide?
It is the Bloody truth about the d**h
The Soldier's soul is awakened
And it waits for repentance