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