On The Path of Glory (La Colline Au Whisky)

Lyrics

Blessed are the meek they say They shall win where others lose But when man is forced to slay He is never asked to choose He must fight for his country Fight for what he thinks is right He'll defend his wife and children On the path of glory Red or yellow, white or brown All alike, one thought in mind Who will wear the victor's crown Never mind the lame and blind In the pride of their country Good will triumph in the end Evil will be brought to justice On the path of glory Big or little, fat or thin All are heroes in the end Unforgivable the sin To submit, they don't pretend They will die for their country They will die for you and me Amid the pungent smell of death That's on the path of glory Why should man be forced to kill Why should they be made to die Shattered on some peaceful hill Torn and bleeding where they lie Far away from their country Ask yourself the question now Why should they be forced to set out On the path of glory?