Artillery and shells, bullets for rifles and you fell, you march with the band, a boys journey, some things we remember like tales to tell.

Our regiment now is falling down, do we fight for honour or do we fight for the crown?....

...for the crown, this is just a game show.

The curtain opens but this is not my stage, unfamiliar surroundings just a backdrop of an unread page.....  Regiments are with us, the landscape painted in the colours of bold today.  With the question over memories, flawed like yesterday, mantra of the white and grey.

Away above the islands we soar, we soar...just to get away from the battle, the battle and the games they want to play, the battle and the games they want to play.

Slow motion...I'm gettting away, the chase is on but the camera lens are misted as the crystals form as rain. I can see the side-road as I'm running, out-gunning....your bullets and your artillery..out-paced, now too far behind.

Behind behind behind behind.....this is just a game-show!

V for victory, V for victory, V for victory...the enemy.....hold me tight don't let me go. They found me lying by the roadside & now I'm free, now I'm free to soar.