"And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song
But there's shit that I've done with this **** of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all along.
We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you call.
We all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high,
For tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call."