all by myself under the scorching sun looking around hoping the hate is gone waitiong as for the magic trick to be revealed you see it's high noon at the battlefield and not a soul around another high noon at the battlefield touching the ground feeling the pain below how did it end there wish you'll never know guarded by this soil as if it was a shield you see it's high noon at the battlefield I left my fear behind a peaceful high noon but not so long ago the wind was strong and freezing cold while blood was running down that hill a war like this you mark my words can not be put on hold we'll keep on welding our steel do you believe that horrors from our distant past will ever make us change our mind no way forget the fallen ones we're in to have a blast so all in all we're doing fine fine fine