This is a Call to arms,
So grab your guns and get your horses
Only the dead have seen the end of this fight
This is a Call to arms,
So all you fallen soldiers sing with me:
Death or Glory!
So march with me if you believe there's any hope for us

I've been hiding in these trenches for far too long
All is fair in love and war or so they say
Come on, come on, there has to be a better way
Get up, get up, let's leave this mess

I know a place that we can get away from all of this
Come on, Come on, Get up Get up
I've been dreaming of us leaving
Everything and everyone we've ever known
I've been thinking all these visions must be a sign,
So hold on and don't let go
No, we can't leave till you tell me everything

So come clean, don't talk in tongues
It's time to bring out your dead
And the skeletons that you've been hiding
Tell me everything I need to know
Bring out your dead
I couldn't see a thing till I shut my eyes
I never knew a thing till I lost my mind

I would sell my soul to know it all,
But I held the keys all this time
Bring out your dead