Here lie our brothers all.

We fought and learned to say goodbye.

To live and die on master's call.

And march to death's lonely sigh.

Here lies our fallen pride.

"Brother, do not say you'll die."

We knew we'd be on bloody tide.

We had to learn to say goodbye.

Here lie my brothers all.

I fought and learned to say goodbye.

Death did not call me for the fall.

March on, brothers, soon I'll sigh.

And come to die.