I told you a thousand times, no regrets, no remorse
No four A.M. whiskey- soaked wis
dom or bloody- knuckled politic
Do I regret? Not a single moment
And you may say that I have
And well, this may be true,
Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong
To those who did not dare to
To march to the beat of a different drum
And speak the truths others fear
Just give me one thing to live,
To live. give me one thing to live
So here's to comrades near and far,
so raise a glass, raise your voices
Years have passed between us,
some would say that they have not been kind
And we remain yet we stand
We are. we are bloodied yet unbowed
Wrath is the standard with which I bear the
flag do we fly marching to war
Only a nation that dare not speak it's name,
nor can ever shed it's pain
So here's to comrades near and far
Who've raised a glass, raised hell
Years have passed, closer to the grave
To the bitter end, to the end, to the bitter end!