A circle of stones to capture the Sun-God We call him to earth to banish the cold The blood of our children will safeguard the harvest We willingly give all we have in the hope of His Love For the Great Glory With our hearts and souls we sacrifice We'll banish the Infidel Cross from our homeland With the Love of Allah on our side we can't fail Our saracen blades will turn red the desert Our martyrs will reap their reward in God's paradise For the Great Glory With our hearts and souls we sacrifice Dear Mother, the rain's been falling for days now I think we're in Belgium - though some say it's France You'd like the Captain - he seems like a nice man He says that tomorrow we'll get our big chance Last night outside on the wire I heard a boy dying In the tongue of our foe he called out to his mother and cried "Dear Ma - I'm sorry, but God doesn't live here! Remember your son who is gone now because of his lies" For the Great Glory With our hearts and souls we sacrifice For the Greater Glory With our flesh and blood... Our Fathers and brothers... And husbands and sons... we pay the price