Oh, pass the rum on down the line it's getting pretty cold

It's been nine straight days of hell

and burnin' fires in the snow

I haven't seen my baby since that old black ship set sail

We're holding out till winter dies

and hoping our strength prevails

The full Moon peaks around the clouds as the grey wolves cry

The hour's getting late, and we've drunk every bottle dry

Just one more march from dusk till dawn

till we finally arrive

At the gates of those who long ago

burned our houses and took our lives

And we'll sing we are the Dead

South who sailed across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle back

and let's go grab another round

The wind is at our backs the ground

is shaking at our feet (hey, hey)

Marching for the gates we pray

the Lord my soul to keep (he-hey)

For if we ever get ourselves out from this mess alive (hey)

I'll be singing this song for

years to say I'm happy we survived

And we'll sing we are the Dead

South who sailed across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle back

and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round

We are the Dead South who sailed across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle back

and let's go grab another round (1, 2, 3, 4)

We are the Dead South who sailed across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle back

and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round