"Frigid Glory"

Jovial land, idol full Plays a tune of great peace Content peers of free land Good old times ring the bell. Coming here, coming there Communist, wretch of war Extirpate, disarray To keep old glory strong. Prosper faith, indulgence Loud twenties, bold fifties Lenders of confidence Keep us one, none are none Keep us strong, all along Moving on, moving on. Hellish play, in the trench What a waste, no man's land Oncoming, poisonous Brutish Brits, plodding tanks Stale Germans, none shall gain Steadfast states, forceful peace. Death is war, war is Death. Pot of coffee, radio Misplaced man, missing home Two worlds meet, day to day Hope to end, dearly pray. All must go, all someday Faithful He, show remorse Bravely done, old friends die Earthly hell for sunrise. Merrily, merrily Living large while you can Make time worth all the world For none see skulking Death. Booming times, happy days Come and go from hot ash. Sorrow shows its grim face Before life stands to please Solemn Death, precious Life Golden gem in refuse We'll march on, we'll get through For we all start anew. Leaving bad, greeting peace.