A Dark Figure in the Distance

Stand up
Step up

The cool mist settles on morning
The young men breathe shallowly
Preparing to start moving forward
When the colonel give the decree

One foot in front of the other
One hundred strong all ready to win
The soldiers call out the warnings
Their carbines trained to kill

Three warnings means death
Three warnings the last sound they hear
Some will try to escape
All will meet the end

With only one exception
One of one hundred will live like a king

Solo: Dannov, Moeller

From the halftrack killing
One by one they fell
Miles passed beneath
Soon will be the end

Solo: Dannov

On down the road
Down to the last three
Most have died

Many died
Three warnings
A dark figure in the distance