Take the Day!

Long is the hour for the waiting man The frontline is to be ours, awaiting the command Some sit silently on the floor, bemused and empty-gazed I go through my gear once more, already knowing all is in place And as the bugle call goes blaring We know that this might be our final call Cry out: Form the line, you have had your rest! —Rising! Fighting! When the going gets tough, they send in the best! —Lightning! Striking! The wait is over, we are taking the head —Bring it on, we are not afraid! Keep your head clear or you'll end up dead —Blood's left no room for rust on our blades —Take the day! Scattered remains of our own troops we meet as we advance: "Turn around while you can, you fools, you won't stand a chance" But deep within their eyes you see, hope mixed with respect They're here, the men from beyond the sea, the fight is not over yet And as the bugle call goes blaring We know that this might be our final call Form the line, you have had your rest! —Rising! Fighting! When the going gets tough, they send in the best! —Lightning! Striking! The wait is over, we are taking the head —Bring it on, we are not afraid! Keep your head clear or you'll end up dead —Blood's left no room for rust on our blades —Take the day!