Lyrics

Who fed you to the lions When hanging from a tree? It's a case of melancholy There's no tourists at the sea Twelve saw decaying monuments While marching on attack Eleven watched a single Thus continued on the march Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Pinpoint toward horizon Convalescent to the last A moment lost of imagery The last lot to the cast Listen to the danger It's arrivin' on your door Listen to the danger I can't listen anymore Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh This (Ohh-oh-oh) This (Ohh-oh-oh) This, to march along (Ohh-oh-oh) This, on undersea (Ohh-oh-oh) This, a panorama (Ohh-oh-oh) This, a soldier's creed (Ohh-oh-oh) From this came a stranger All the marching seemed to halt From this came a moment Then the march led to assault The dwellers took position While commanding genocide The enemy were helpless And there's lots more besides Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh This, to march along (Ohh-oh-oh) This, on undersea (Ohh-oh-oh) This, a panorama (Ohh-oh-oh) This, a soldier's creed (Ohh-oh-oh) This (Ohh-oh-oh) This