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You see old Albert setting there his face is full of lines

You don't know the things he's done somewhere off in time

He spilled his blood at Stalingrad where he tried to turn the tide

The bullets rang, the bodies stank, he won the cross of iron

Live by the sword

Die by the sword

Pray for this man, aged before his time

Never free to wander away from the front lines

Bleeding from wounds torn into his mind

When he was a younger man he wore the cross of iron

You pass old William on the street and if you look into his face

You can see the scars from the shrapnel bursts that were meant to seal his fate

He earned his stripes on a tail-gun of a fortress flying high

When he rode the wind, dropped the bombs, broke the cross of iron

Live with the sword

Die with the sword

Pray for this man, aged before his time

Never free to wander away from the front lines

Bleeding from wounds torn into his mind

When he was a younger man he wore the cross of iron

You'll find old Ian in the pub where he drinks away his days

He tries drown the memories of his life below the waves

He sees the Bizmark burning every time he shuts his eyes

And he can hear the screams of the drowning men as they burn in the lake of fire

Live by the sword

Die by the sword

Pray for this man, aged before his time

Never free to wander away from the front lines

Bleeding from wounds torn into his mind

When he was a younger man he wore the cross of iron