The Dead South

Oh, pass the rum on down the line, it's getting pretty cold

It's been nine straight days of hell and burnin' fires in the snow

Haven't seen my baby since that old black ship set sail

We're holdin' out till winter dies and hopin' our strength prevails

The full moon peaks around the clouds as the grey wolves cry

The hour's getting late and we've drunk every bottle dry

Just one more march from dusk 'til dawn till we finally arrive

At the gates of those who long ago burned our house and took our lives

And we'll sing "We are The Dead South who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound

Come on now, tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round"

The wind is at our back, the ground is shakin' at our feet (Hey, hey)

Marchin' for the gates, we pray the Lord, my soul to keep (Hey)

For if we ever get ourselves out from this mess alive (Hey)

Sing this song for years to say "I'm happy we survived"

And we'll sing "We are The Dead South who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound

Come on now, tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round"

And we are The Dead South who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound

Come on now, tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round

We are The Dead South who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound

Come on now, tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round