Karaoké To Hell and Back Sabaton

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

Dead men will never come 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

A man of the fifteenth

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 is six feet deep

That death does wait there's no debate

He charged and attack

He went to hell and back