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Grandfather, grandfather tell me stories
Of your great grandfathers heroics and glory
Tell me the tales and I'll never forget
Their hardships, their struggles, I'll follow in their steps

The story begins many years ago
Across the oceans in a place we call home
Our peaceful land was invaded from the south
Hordes of Muslims tried to drive us out

In this war many brave men died
Villages burned as the children cried
The defenders of Vienna were put to the test
They were the last line of defense

Grandfather, grandfather tell me a story
Of your father on the fields of glory
Tell me of a boy that became a man
When he answered the call of his Fatherland

Trenches and barbed wire was all to be seen
It was baptism of fire in 1916
Explosions ripped craters in the ground
His unit was pounded round after round

With his bayonet fixed to his gun
He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the sun
On the Somme, Verdun, he'd seen so much death
Now he was the last line of defense

Grandfather tell me a story
Of 1933-the power-the glory
Tell me what it was like being the best
Defending the pearl of the West

The beauty, the grandeur, was a sight to behold
A nation reborn, rebuilt from the old
The heart of the nation was beating so strong
Yet we knew of the dangers, and it wouldn't be long

We fought in the south, the west, east and the north
Against the whole world we would set forth
To protect an ideal and a culture so true
We were the last line of defense

We fought in the south, the west, east and the north
Against the whole world we would set forth
To protect an ideal and a culture so true
We were the last line of defense

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