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Thrown into combat, where bodies lie piled
Hides his emotions, his blood's running cold
Just like his victories, his story unfolds
Bright, a white light
If there'd be any glory in war
Let it rest on men like him
(Dead men will never come back)
Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldier sleeps and where hell's six feet deep
That death does wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack, going to hell and back
of a war, where hell is 6 feet deep
and all among the shore, where cannons still roar
their haunting my dreams, they're still there when I sleep!
But death does wait
There's no debate
So charge and attack
he went to hell in back