The Devil Swept the Ruins

Drawn and quartered
 Cornered and caged
 Fighting for old flags
 A lions share waged
 Keep your boots on - Stick to your guns
 This is where we'll make our stand
 Our kind, does not make old bones
 Got the devil at point-blank
 Chance is feeble - Chance is gone
 I'll beat the reaper this last time
 In this hell-hole I swear I will not die
 As the ghost of war slowly sweeps the ground
 We're riding home in a long black box
 With bloodstained flag and silver handles
 Like rats we ran towards the gates of Hell
 Hooked between a ruin and a war-blade
 The Devil swept the ruins
 Now I long for the valley of death
 The generals never said... When they told us to wage war
 There's no coming back from where you're going
 Death before surrender
 We dug our heels in hard
 Always go down fighting
 Claim victory in your heart
 Keep your boots on - Stick to your guns
 Death comes reaping fast tonight
 Hell walks among us - Turning men into dogs
 Pinned down and dying to fight
 Uncompromising and unconditional
 Unrelenting and unbound
 This is no place for bloodless cowards
 Watching distant cities burning to the ground
 "After more than 70 days of siege, in the missile-raked ruins of Khe'Sanh
 We saw the circling death from above
 For they're all gone now and left is only a smoking hole
 We had the advantage -Now it's death-absolute"