Death was everywhere, In the air And in the sounds Coming off the mounds Of Bolton's Ridge. Death's anchorage. When you rolled a smoke Or told a joke, It was in the laughter And drinking water It approached the beach As strings of cutters, Dropped in the sea and lay around us.
Death was in the ancient fortress, Shelled by a million bullets From gunners, waiting in the corpses With hearts that threatened to pop their boxes, As we advanced into the sun Death was all and everyone. Death was all and everyone.
As we advance in the sun As we advancing every man As we advancing in the sun
Death hung in the smoke and clung To four hundred acres of useless beachfront. A bank of red earth, dripping down Dead is now, and now, and now Death was everywhere In the air And in the sounds Coming off the mounds Of Bolton's Ridge. Death's anchorage. Death was in the staring sun, Fixing its eyes on everyone. It rattled the bones of the Night Horsemen Still lying out there in the open
As we, advancing in the sun As we, advancing every man As we, advancing in the sun Sing "Death to all and everyone."