To Hell And Back - Sabaton

Written by：Joakim Brodén

A short man from texas

A man of the wild

Thrown into combat

Where bodies lie piled

Hides his emotions

His blood's running cold

Just like his victories

His story unfolds

Bright

A white light

If there'd be

Any glory in war

Let it rest

On men like him

Crosses grow on anzio

Where no soldiers sleep

And where hell is six feet deep

That death does wait

There's no debate

So charge and attack

Going to hell and back

A man of the 15th

A man of can do

Friends fall around him

And yet he came through

Let them fall face down

If they must die

Making it easier

To say goodbye

Bright

A white light

If there'd be

Any glory in war

Let it rest

On men like him

Who went to hell and came back

Crosses grow on anzio

Where no soldiers sleep

And where hell is six feet deep

That death does wait

There's no debate

So charge and attack

Going to hell and back

Oh gather round me

And listen while I speak

Of a war

Where hell is six feet deep

And all along the shore

Where cannons still roar

They're haunting my dreams

They're still there when I sleep

He saw crosses grow on anzio

Where no soldiers sleep

And where hell's six feet deep

That death does wait

There's no debate

He charged and attacked

He went to hell and back