Take your rifle, private, stand in line March to your death ahead Soon the time will come to resign As you fall in bloodshed Don’t think of your life Of comrades falling beside No fear, no mercy, only hate You sacrifice yourself for the state Never step back! The enemy’s ahead Rise to attack You’re all will be dead You’ll lie among disfigured bodies Wounded, in blood, slowly dying Generals will get their awards Your body will never be found and buried