Marching Song Songtext
von Esben and the Witch

In a wilderness of foggy thoughts
Battling with your minds retorts
And walking on empty plains
Where deserts soak up
Even drowning rains

Soldier on
To this marching song
Head held high
With eyes fixed strong

Drum beat thud
Cymbal crash down
The mud, it is thick
With desires to drown
Your feet in earth


Your boots are sinking
Sink with the memories of long lost thinking

And armies of many
Are fighting their fight
Lost in the blackness
They′re losing their sights

Your veins are my trenches
My gun is my own
The whispers fall heavy
With delicate moans

Arms and legs
Teeth and nail
Our fragile companions
Are destined to fail


For this battalion
Has been run through
Therefore captains and comrades
I bid you all adieu