You see old Albert setting there his face is full of lines
You don't know the things he's done somewhere off in time
He spilled his blood at Stalingrad where he tried to turn the tide
The bullets rang, the bodies stank, he won the cross of iron

Live by the sword, Die by the sword

Pray for this man aged before his time Never free to wander away from the front lines
Bleeding from wounds torn into his mind When he was a younger man he wore the cross of iron

You pass old William on the street and if you look into his face
You can see the scars from the shrapnel bursts that were meant to seal his fate
He earned his stripes on a tail-gun of a fortress flying high
When he rode the wind, dropped the bombs, broke the cross of iron

Live with the sword, Die with the sword

Pray for this man aged before his time Never free to wander away from the front lines
Bleeding from wounds torn into his mind When he was a younger man he fought the cross of iron

You'll find old Ian in the pub where he drinks away his days
He tries drown the memories of his life below the waves
He sees the Bizmark burning every time he shuts his eyes
And he can hear the screams of the drowning men as they burn in the lake of fire

Live by the sword, Die by the sword

Pray for this man aged before his time Never free to wander away from the front lines
Bleeding from wounds torn into his mind When he was a younger man he wore fought cross of iron