Early morning
Call the roll
From the barracks
In the cold
Weary faces
Tired men
All prepare to
Leave the camp

Growling watchdogs
Snarling guards
Off they march
Snow starts falling
Severe frost
Hostile country
Hope seems lost
Silent ribbon
Shuffling feet
Drink icicles
Nothing to eat

Sleep whilst moving
With open eyes
From the ditches
The frozen cry

Column breaking
Comrades crawling
Forgotten chapter
Tragic night
On this route
Many died

Lyrics submitted by Opethfanatic89

Asphyx II (They Died As They Marched) song meanings
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