Take The Day! -

Long is the hour for the waiting man

The frontline is to be ours, awaiting the command

Some sit silently on the floor, bemused and empty-gazed

I go through my gear once more, already knowing all is in place

And as the bugle call goes blaring

We know that this might be our final call

Cry out: Form the line, you have had your rest!

—Rising!

Fighting!

When the going gets tough, they send in the best!

—Lightning!

Striking!

The wait is over, we are taking the head

—Bring it on, we are not afraid!

Keep your head clear or you’ll end up dead

—Blood's left no room for rust on our blades

—Take the day!

Scattered remains of our own troops we meet as we advance:

«Turn around while you can, you fools, you won’t stand a chance»

But deep within their eyes you see, hope mixed with respect

They’re here, the men from beyond the sea, the fight is not over yet

And as the bugle call goes blaring

We know that this might be our final call

Form the line, you have had your rest!

—Rising!

Fighting!

When the going gets tough, they send in the best!

—Lightning!

Striking!

The wait is over, we are taking the head

—Bring it on, we are not afraid!

Keep your head clear or you’ll end up dead

—Blood's left no room for rust on our blades

—Take the day!