No glory waits for dust
No banners fly where we descend
We die because we must
And march where others meet their end
No graves for us are known
We lie where duty claims its due
Our flesh is not our own
It feeds the Earth we march anew
In death we must atone
Restore our honor once again
Make right our father's oaths
To serve, to all be better men
We're born beneath the stone
No sky to see, no Sun to feel
In fumes, we stand alone
Just oath and mask, a gun and steel
To serve is to die
To die is to serve
It's nothing more
Than what we deserve
Freedom to redeem
And permission to die
No retreat on Krieg
We must pay their fine
The past we can't forget
Each breath, a penance we endure
We bleed to pay the debt
Ancestral woes we make obscure
The trench, our mother's arms
Our cradle carved in shattered stone
We're raised by the alarms
And die to hold the line alone
The dead are all we know
Their whispers guide us through the haze
We follow far below
Unseen beneath the cannon's blaze
No victor wears our mark
No songs are sung, no horn will sound
We hold the dark with dark
And hold this sacred, poisoned ground
To serve is to die
To die is to serve
It's nothing more
Than what we deserve
Freedom to redeem
And permission to die
No retreat on Krieg
We must pay their fine
