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