Hardmarch Cossack

Dust on the road and iron in the sky

We march where the ravens learn

to fly

Boot against stone, the cold wind knows our name

We carry the fire,

we carry the flame

And we don't bend

(no) We don't break

Stand like oak through the weight

We are the Cossack line,

we hold the ground

Blood of the steppe runs deep and proud

Hammer and song, we face the dawn

We are the ones who carry on (hey!) (hey!) (ho!)

The frost doesn't care

for the prayers we say

But we light the torch

at the end of day

One more ridge and one more mile of mud

The land remembers every drop of blood

And we don't bend (no)

We don't break

Stand like oak through the weight

We are the Cossack line,

we hold the ground Blood of the steppe runs deep and proud

Hammer and song, we face the dawn

We are the ones who carry on (hey!) (hey!) (ho!)

No general gives us back the years we lost

We count the living,

not the cost

But still we rise

when morning comes again (ahhhh)

We are the Cossack line,

we hold the ground Blood of the steppe runs deep and proud

Hammer and song, we face the dawn

We are the ones who carry on (hey!) (hey!) (ho!) (ho!)