A circle of stones to capture the Sun-God   We call him to earth to banish the cold   The blood of our children will safeguard the harvest   We willingly give all we have in the hope of His Love      For the Great Glory   With our hearts and souls we sacrifice      We'll banish the Infidel Cross from our homeland   With the Love of Allah on our side we can't fail   Our saracen blades will turn red the desert   Our martyrs will reap their reward in God's paradise      For the Great Glory   With our hearts and souls we sacrifice      Dear Mother, the rain's been falling for days now   I think we're in Belgium - though some say it's France   You'd like the Captain - he seems like a nice man   He says that tomorrow we'll get our big chance      Last night outside on the wire I heard a boy dying   In the tongue of our foe he called out to his mother and cried   "Dear Ma - I'm sorry, but God doesn't live here!   Remember your son who is gone now because of his lies"      For the Great Glory   With our hearts and souls we sacrifice      For the Greater Glory   With our flesh and blood...Our Fathers and brothers...   And husbands and sons...we pay the price