No glory waits for dust No banners fly where we descend We die because we must And march where others meet their end No graves for us are known We lie where duty claims its due Our flesh is not our own It feeds the Earth we march anew In death we must atone Restore our honor once again Make right our father's oaths To serve, to all be better men We're born beneath the stone No sky to see, no Sun to feel In fumes, we stand alone Just oath and mask, a gun and steel To serve is to die To die is to serve It's nothing more Than what we deserve Freedom to redeem And permission to die No retreat on Krieg We must pay their fine The past we can't forget Each breath, a penance we endure We bleed to pay the debt Ancestral woes we make obscure The trench, our mother's arms Our cradle carved in shattered stone We're raised by the alarms And die to hold the line alone The dead are all we know Their whispers guide us through the haze We follow far below Unseen beneath the cannon's blaze No victor wears our mark No songs are sung, no horn will sound We hold the dark with dark And hold this sacred, poisoned ground To serve is to die To die is to serve It's nothing more Than what we deserve Freedom to redeem And permission to die No retreat on Krieg We must pay their fine