In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
In Strict Confidence
It's an honour for a soldier
To receive the final kiss
Of blade and steel that cannot heel
For glory, fame and bliss
All my homelands are deserted
All my comrades dead
An I am bleeding at the shore
Where rivers running red
In the gentle morning sun
I see the golden gate
And my dark horse is moving on
Until I meet my fate
Doors for lovers, doors for sinners
Doors for sons of hate
And my dark horse is moving on
Until I meet my fate
All that counts in victory
For predator and prey
While faces are forgotten
And lives just fade away
I hope you will remember me
And I hold on to my name
Keep me in dear memory
Like a burning flame
In the gentle morning sun
I see the golden gate
And my dark horse is moving on
Until I meet my fate
Doors for lovers, doors for sinners
Doors for sons of hate
And my dark horse is moving on
Until I meet my fate