We'll march on through this cold hellish night    The weak and the old dying of frostbite    Through piercing wind and icy snow    Keep pushing north to our prison home          Death march! Death march! Death march! Death march!          No walls, no fence keep us inside    Held captive by the snow and the ice    Surrender your hope, succumb to your fear    No one escapes, we will all die here          Death march! Death march! Death march! Death march!          Through mountains high, and valleys low    Through desert heat, and arctic snow    Six of us run with no chance to survive    Rather to die free, than a slave alive