A Prussian Requiem: Introduction to Moltke / The March

[MOLTKE]
I love Paris in the spring
But time was wrong
For sunning and sipping the fruit of the Marne
Some said look right
But I looked left as Schlieffen's shadow fell
And the ground opened up

[WOMEN]
March
March onward
March toward victory
Toward glory
Away from truth

March
See the dark sky
At noon
Embrace the dark, the dust
The parts of friends
And the foes that fly past
In a moment as time stands still

Rose of thorns
Made of steel
Sound so loud - hear it any minute

[ALL]
A red glare in the sky
A red noise in your head
A red mist in their eyes

March, March
Over the top!