80,000

80,000 dead
Upon the battlefield
Warplanes gas tanks rifles guns
The suicidal hours open and fall
To the soil of spain
The soil of spain

Twelve hours of blood and fire
From night to morning
What the night would hide
Is seen by the eyes
The eyes of dawn
80,000

The blood stretches in the tongues of flame
To lick the river
The waters of the river
Smell of a million wounds

The vipers of europe
Bathe with so much blood
Their lies condense in this -
That they are men who gave their lives for flag and country

And on the battlefield
Hatred of countries
80,000 fire
80,000 rifles
80,000 bullets
80,000 lives

Twelve hours of blood and fire
From night to morning
What the night would hide
Is seen by the eyes of dawn
Upon the soil of spain