Texty: Days Like These. One In One Thousand.

Where have we landed lost inside
Enemy's lines a hostile cry
Alone with no one by my side

To guide me through the dark of night
Yet before my fears consume me thin
These last words I sing

We'll fight on, to move on
No white flag, will be shown
We'll fight on, to move on
No white flag, will be shown

As bullets are flying past my head
I see half my comrades lying dead
My body's aching I'm bleeding red

I'm so afraid this is the end
But before my fears consume me thin
These last words I sing