On the Path of Glory lyrics

Blessed are the meek, they say

They shall win where others lose

But when man is forced to stay

He is never asked to choose

He must fight for his country

Fight for what he thinks is right

He'll defend his wife and children

On the path of glory

Red or yellow, white or brown

All alike, one thought in mind:

Who will wear the victor's crown?

Never mind the lame and blind

In the pride of their country

Good will triumph in the end

Evil will be brought to justice

On the path of glory

Big or little, fat or thin

All are heroes in the end

Unforgivable, the sin

To submit, they don't pretend

They will die for their country

They will die for you and me

Amid the pungent smell of death

That's on the path of glory

Why should man be forced to kill?

Why should they be made to die?

Shattered on some peaceful hill

Torn and bleeding where they lie

Far away from their country

Ask yourself the question now:

Why should man be forced to set out

On the path of glory?