And we remain yet we stand

I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times
No regrets and no remorse
No 4 am whiskey-soaked wisdom
Or bloody knuckled politic do I regret
And not a single moment will I ever repent

So here’s to comrades near and far
Raise a glass, raise hell
Years have passed closer to the grave
But this is the song we chose to sing
To the bitter end, to the end