We know we have to die
And we must do for a noble cause
A heavenly death
The death of the uncommon
Forgetting our lots
Remembering their woes
Who lost  their buddies for the nation

Patriotism is a virtue
Its reward awaits in heaven
It's for the rich
It's for the poor
It's for those
Who cry to hear cries
Echoing around their houses

They are gone
And left their dreams incomplete
And put their wives' wounds on our shoulders

We know we have to die
And we must do for this
A heavenly death
The death of the uncommon