Letras:
Gloria Morti

knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory

: A whiskey bottle comforts me And tells me not to cry While a full moon says a prayer for me I try to close my eyes But the night's there to remind

: Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride Up From Hell Armed with magic sons of demons and men This song of greeting written for your tragic end. So long our stride the

ll just make the same mistake again & again & again. Soldier, soldier, see where we were, You have to know the story, Older, colder, life isn't fair, Got to grab the sword of glory

, we already heard your song Death or glory, it's just another story Death or glory becomes another story Death or glory becomes another story Death or glory

A midnight attack, the hammer's drawn back A pull of the trigger, you hear a loud crack The burst breaks the silence, on this night of violence Another

Above the wreckage of your mortal world, I stand Judgment passed delivered by his hand Now clear the smoke, there the ashes stand A fitting tribute to

s a crying shame death and glory, not for me death and glory, can't you see death and glory, open your eyes death and glory, to the lies rumbling

'n' glory boys When your head is on the scaffold An' your ass is on the line You gotta give it that old religion One mo' time Get the death 'n' glory