Order comes for the start of march
Fear prevails in their eyes
Cruelty in the ugly face of Dutch
Trmbles the soldier's hearts
Terrible chime of death bell
Obsession in the sheared heads
The hoarse voice of this man
Confusing at all their brain
Is coming near the moment of start
Everyone has to take part
Too much to their destination
The only thing they know now
They will face difficulties walking
They'll suffer their heavy weight marching
Too hard a little patience to find
Why the time so slowly glides
Empiric words to start the march
Coming out from the mouth of Dutch
For a long time they have to try
To keep their morale high
Caravan like endless chain
Keeps on walking for the aim
Mortal silence of this sand
Keeps them company along
As they walk a long time day n' night
Showing signs of fatigue loosing bright
Giving them a food which is so dry
Doing such fooleries. Why?
They're sweltering under uniforms
Optical illusion oasis forms
Tormenting them this cruel end of life
Falling difficult to rise
Midnight Is making heavy their deceise
Midnight Dark deception on their march
Midnight Suffocating their hope for life
Midnight
The last hours of night
Unexpected rain comes down
Showing the save way
Fate was by their side
Making lower their deceise
Suffering they have to march
Obliged to reach tha aim
