We'll march on through this cold hellish night
The weak and the old dying of frostbite
Through piercing wind and icy
snow
Keep pushing north to our prison home
Death march! Death march! Death march! Death march!
No walls, no fence keep us
inside
Held captive by the snow and the ice
Surrender your hope, succumb to your fear
No one escapes, we will all die
here
Death march! Death march! Death march! Death march!
Through mountains high, and valleys low
Through desert heat, and
arctic snow
Six of us run with no chance to survive
Rather to die free, than a slave alive