Lyrics

Glory

Now gather ?round lads I?ve got something to say
I?ll tell you an old fashioned story
Of how we were cut off on three sides that day
When they broke through the West without warning
They were ten thousand strong to our hundred and three
Not a man thought he?d live to see morning
But we straightened our lines
We planted our feet
And we sent all them bastards to glory

You believe in your numbers
You believe in your steel
You believe in the armour you?re forming
Make God of your science
Make God of your fear
And make devils of the people you?re storming
Then a challenge is issued in the form of a word
That leaves all of your reasoning blurry
A man made a whisper, a man made a scourge
And he sent all them bastards to glory

Save prayer for when all the ammo is done
There?s no need ?till then for your worry
Think of the places you?ve already been
Did you know then that here?s where you?d be?

I know it looks hopeless
I know it looks grim
And you have the right to ignore me
But I?ve had my fair share of battles and lived
To tell you that it?s more than just lucky
And there is a whisper and there is a word
That gives one man the strength of an army
So we?ll straighten our lines
We?ll cough up our courage
And we?ll send all them bastards to glory