Music: Kenneth Nyman  Lyrics: Kenneth Nyman    Breaking of the silent dawn  Through a field red from blood  With pride, we march among the dead  Maimed bodies lie buried in mud    March!    Driven by the smell of death  Covered with blood of our enemies  We will march till the very end  Keeping heads as trophies    March!    Until death claims our souls    March!    Until death claims our souls    Charge!