I've told you once I've told you a thousand times
No regrets and no remorse
No 4 am whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody

knuckled politics
Do I regret and not a single moment will I ever
repent


You may say I have lost to a better man
This may be true I cannot protest or lie

Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or
even to be right


To those who did not dare to sing out of tune
Or sing a different song
To march to the beat of a different drum and speak

the truths others fear
Just give me one thing to live or die for


So here's to comrades near and far
So raise a glass, raise your voices
Years have passed some would say

They have not been kind
Yet these are the scars of war
And we remain yet we stand

Bloodied yet unbowed

What is the standard with which I bear

What flag do we fly when marching to war
Only a nation that dare not speak its name
Nor can ever shed its pain


So here's to comrades near and far
Raise a glass, raise hell

Years have passed closer to the grave
But this is the song we chose to sing
To the bitter end, to the end