Blood on the Saddle - Brothers in the Dirt Lyrics

I am a soldier in the army of the Lord, wielding a terrible sword
There never can be a peaceful accord, Allah is our glorious Lord
Allahu akbar, God is great, fill me with holiest hate
I am a soldier in the army of the Lord, holding a powerful sword

Ten years ago remember the day we went to Perris Isle
They taught us what we had to know in military style
We filled our ranks with Rebs and Yanks to give the nation thanks
We hounded 'em, we pounded 'em, and then we rolled the tanks

Marching on to Baghdad, marching on Kabul
We want revenge until our pound of flesh is paid in full
And we won't rest until we fill the cemeteries full
Marching on to Baghdad marching on Kabul

Marching on to Baghdad, marching on Kabul
We want revenge until our pound of flesh is paid in full
And we won't rest until we fill the cemeteries full
Marching on to Baghdad, marching on Kabul

I am a soldier in the army of the Lord, wielding a terrible sword
Fighting and smiting the infidel horde, Allah is our glorious Lord
When the battles done, whether lost or won
Our eyes will never see the sun
In a world of hurt, where our blood did spurt
We will be brothers in the dirt