(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan). Infidel can you hear. Would be strange delight. I need you to give your sympathy tonight. When you hear what I say. Deeds I've done. Realise I've never lost and never won. I've got a feeling that it's never right. There was a reason but it's out of sight. It's going down somewhere tonight. Under the gun. Put death in my hand. Learn to fight. Who could care if it's wrong or if it's right. We got no choice. Under command. We're ordered to die or take this land. Stupid bastards and religious freaks. So safe in their castle keeps. They turn away as a mother weeps. Under the gun. When brave men fall. Under crimson skies. There's a sadness reflected in a soldier's. eyes. Tears will dry. For those I kill. Remember no more their names but. someone will. The only way to be victorious. Screw the fools who think it's glorious. Who gives a toss about the likes of us. Under the gun.