Taught never to retreat, never to surrender
Taught that death on the battlefield
From the time he could stand, he was baptized in the fire of combat
Was the greatest glory he could achieve in his life
Cold air in his lungs
Wind-swept pines moving against the coming night
His hands are steady
His form perfect
His form perfect
Taught never to retreat, never to surrender
Was the greatest glory he could achieve in his life
Taught never to retreat, never to surrender
Taught that death on the battlefield