Hear my words in th fire light
I tell you i was born to fight
I ain't gonna tell you war is sweet
I'll never accept that it is my guilt
Ain't gonna cry or try to die
Sonn will be late for you to hide
Ain't gonna show you what is right
You'll see the troops, you'll see them die
Thin Red Line
Thin Red Line
Thin Red Line
Thin Red Line
Black seed is sawn, hearts on fire
Bombs like drugs in the Lybian sky
Heroes are dead, heroes are fired
Freedom is damned, their bodies shine bright
Ain't gonna cry or try to die
Sonn will be late for you to hide
Ain't gonna show you what is right
You'll see the troops, you'll see them die
Thin Red Line
Thin Red Line
Thin Red Line
Thin Red Line