Battle of Normandy

So here I lie in the sand with a bullet lodged in my back
And my blood just seems to run away
In my blood I turn my head
I check my mates, but they’re dead
Guns are drawn souls are gone,
But I’m still here

But then out of the water
Comes a man
Prince of Darkness the Lord of Thieves
In front of me he stands
And the only words that I could cry were ‘Take me home’
He said, ‘Silly boy, nothing’s free for your soul’

And the thoughts they’re passing through me now
Like a bullet through my heart
And my love, like my blood
Is running out
My soul for my family
Lord, don’t make me choose
My daughter’s smile,
An orphan child too soon

So the devil says,
‘Boy you got ‘til tonight to decide’
And I tried to think and I tried to speak
But I could only cry
But finally I spit out my answer
Covered in my cold blood
‘Dearest Satan, my soul’s yours’
My soul is yours, my soul is yours, my soul is yours, my soul is yours’