for those who buried their sons under bone white crosses for those who saw their daughters virtues were taken by invading forces they promised the century to you and all you did was count the dead and pray for merciful release in the longest and the darkest night where greater men have fallen here we stand guard where greater men have fallen until the end of time they made you build your tomb with your own very hands and ground your kin to dust in the dark satanic mills of progress it seems the lands of the free are born of the cold and empty grave and the myths of liberty bind our wrists like slaves where greater men have fallen here we stand guard where greater men have fallen until the end of time where greater men have fallen is where we stand guard and you will always bury your sons under broken barren promises and the heart of your motherland will be ripped from her chest where greater men have fallen we are ready to die where greater men have fallen we are ready to die