Take your rifle, private, stand in line
March to your death ahead
Soon the time will come to resign
As you fall in bloodshed

Don’t think of your life
Of comrades falling beside
No fear, no mercy, only hate
You sacrifice yourself for the state

Never step back!
The enemy’s ahead
Rise to attack
You’re all will be dead

You’ll lie among disfigured bodies
Wounded, in blood, slowly dying
Generals will get their awards
Your body will never be found and buried