Here they come, there they go,
Marching in the winter snow,
What they march for, they don’t know,
Standing in their own shadow.

Towards a denigrated foe,
Here they come, there they go,
Chanting songs as strong as steel,
But how does metal ever feel?

Swaying, praying, loading guns,
Looking back; no time to run.
Here they come, there they go,
Below the moon’s midnight glow.

Planes take off into the sky,
This is it; it’s time to die.
Loved ones cry, but even so,
Here they come, there they go.