death or glory

motorhead grubunun 1993 cikisli bastards albumundeki bir parcadir.
parcanin sozleri ise

i saw the millions, the naked and the dead
i saw the city streets running bloody red
i saw a thousand bombers circle in the sky
i saw the firestorm fifty stores high
i saw a hundred thousand scream and burn
i saw the armored wheels grind and turn
universal soldier, doomed to live to tell
fight and die forever, burn in bloody hell
death or glory, death or glory
march forever in the sound and fury
death or glory, death or glory
blood and iron it’s the same old story
i held the iron cross, first class with the swords
i marched with hitler down the bloody road to war
i was at jutland loding ’till the gun was hot,
killed at trafalgar without firing a shot
i was at moscow, burning in my tank
i was at shiloh, marching in the ranks
i was a sturmbannfuhrer fighting in berlin
i was a russian hero dying for stalin
death or glory, death or glory
march forever in the sound and fury
death or glory, death or glory
blood and iron it’s the same old story
i swung a saber and i was a young hussar
i was a cossack, fighting for the czar
i was a viking, berserker from the north
a roman gladiator murdered just for sport
i was with bonaparte i died at waterloo
i was a frankish knight, a polish jew
i was a spartan in the trojan wars
i was a warrior for crazy horse
death or glory, death or glory
march forever in the sound and fury
death or glory, death or glory
the loner survivor but no comfort for me
death or glory, death or glory
executioner, judge and jury
death or glory, death or glory
blood and iron it’s the same old story
auf stehen

1989 cikisli running wild albumudur.
albumdeki parcalar ise

riding the storm
renegade
evilution
running blood
highland glory
marooned
bad to the bone
tortuga bay
death or glory
the battle of waterloo
march on

the clash $arkısıdır..

now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
and ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
hands that slap his kids around ’cause they don’t understand how

death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory becomes just another story

now every gimmick-hungry boy digging gold from rock-n-roll
grabs the mike to tell us he’ll die before he’s sold
but i believe in this and it’s been tested by research
he who ***s nuns will later join the church

see you in the gunsights you say hello
i say ok don’t wanna play the show
all you are thinking ’bout is death or glory now
playing the losers game, surely it’s better now

in every dingy basement on every dingy street
every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
it’s just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
if you’ve been trying for years, we already heard your song

we’re gonna march a long way, we’re gonna travel a long time
we’re gonna travel over mountains, we’re gonna travel over seas
we’re gonna fight you brother, we’re gonna fight ’til you lose
we’re gonna raise trouble, we’re gonna raise hell
we’re gonna fight you brother, we’re gonna raise hell