Who fed you to the lions   When hanging from a tree   It's a case of melancholy   There's no tourists at the sea   Twelve saw decaying monuments   While marching on attack   Eleven watched a single   Thus continued on the march   Oh, oh      Pin point toward horizon   Convalescent to the last   A moment lost of imagery   The last word to the cast   Won't you listen to the danger   I can't listen any more   Oh, oh.      This...oh, oh oh!   This...oh, oh oh!   This...to march along   This...on undwelt seed   This...is a panorama   This...is a soldier's creed.      From this came a stranger   All the marching seemed to halt   From this came a moment   Then the march led to assault   The dwellers took position   While commanding genocide   The enemy were helpless   And there's lots more besides   Oh, oh      This...to march along   This...on undwelt seed   This...is a panorama   This...is a soldier's creed.   This...oh, oh oh   This...oh, oh oh