1. Say your prayers little one
Dont forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the ******* he comes
sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight
2. Make his fight on the hill in the early day constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun on they run through the endless grey on they fight for the right
yes but whos to say
For a hill men would kill why they do not know
Stiffened wounds test there pride
Men of five still alive through the raging glow gone insane from this pain that
they surely know
3. Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafening sound of metal nears
Your bodies waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips