You're not born a soldier. You die a soldier.

Lyrics:

There is no Holy place in the void
An extra body was laid in the pit
Some rag was wrapped around the hearse
Brave song drowned out - evil grief

After all soldiers are not born
Soldiers die

A Holy place is not without enemies
Polished stock of rifle - at a guess
In an ironed uniform - straight through
A brave march drowning out the screeching teeth

After all soldiers are not born
Soldiers die

A Holy place is never clean
Stinking wind flooded the banks
The black earth was saturated with purulent ashes
Tobacco shorting the intoxicated nostrils

After all soldiers are not born
Soldiers die

A Holy place is not without sin
Take a bite of a girl's cry - such grace!
Have drink of honey mead and puke
Use the flag to wipe away thick tears

After all soldiers are not born
Soldiers die