Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where hell is six feet deep That death does wait There's no debate So charge and attack Going to hell and back A white light

Facing the storm, battered and torn Fighting for our Glorious Land! Come take our hand, together we stand Defending our Glorious Land! Endless waste Our patience runs thin Here we stand ready Let the battle begin! Hit back! Charge!

Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where hell is six feet deep That death does wait There's no debate So charge and attack Going to hell and back A white light