A cry for help, a distant whisper   A foreign nation calling our name   Sent to hell, to reach for heaven   To serve in dark, as light in the black      Sent into battle to aid strangers in need   Gain independence, our forces will lead   Final solution when all others have failed   Liberation is coming our path has been laid       We remember the fields, where our tanks held the line   We remember our brothers in arms      When the war, has been won   And our march home begins   What awaits has not yet been revealed   What was won? what whas lost?   Will our deeds be remembered?   Are they written on stone or in sand?      Marching ashore, our target awaits    Facing resistance, forces driven by hate    Protecting civilians, while fired upon   Rules of engagement, our restrictions are gone      We remember the sea, where our ships broke the waves   We remember our brothers in arms      Leaving home, set to sea   Was this really meant to be?   See the shore of our home fade away   Facing blood, facing pain   Have our brothers died in vain?   Many lives has been lost on the way