a threat, liberation, settling a score
the lies you don’t believe anymore
what happened to your esprit de corps
this is the war to start a hundred more
one more hill, one more home
one more kill and time to atone
the sky lights up and the city prays
freedom is won this way
no cameras on you when you return
can’t cause too much concern
but you’re here now a simple job to do
it’ll never end, but you’ll see it through
one more hill, one more home
one more kill and time to atone
the sky lights up and the city prays
freedom is won this way
and the bones in the street must be the freest of all
no fear of you behind crumbled walls
no higher love to pursue
sometimes you wish it was you
one more hill, one more home
one more kill and time to atone
the sky lights up and the city prays
freedom is won this way