Marching Song Lyrics - Violet Cries - Esben And The Witch

In a wilderness of foggy thoughts 

Battling with your minds retorts 

And walking on empty plains 

Where deserts so calm 

Even drowning rains 

Soldier on 

To this marching song 

Head held high 

With eyes fixed strong 

Drum beat died 

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