Golden Gate - In Strict Confidence

It’s an honour for a soldier

To receive the final kiss

Of blade and steel that cannot heel

For glory, fame and bliss

All my homelands are deserted

All my comrades dead

An I am bleeding at the shore

Where rivers running red

In the gentle morning sun

I see the golden gate

And my dark horse is moving on Until I meet my fate

Doors for lovers, doors for sinners

Doors for sons of hate

And my dark horse is moving on Until I meet my fate

All that counts in victory

For predator and prey

While faces are forgotten

And lives just fade away

I hope you will remember me And I hold on to my name

Keep me in dear memory

Like a burning flame

In the gentle morning sun

I see the golden gate

And my dark horse is moving on Until I meet my fate

Doors for lovers, doors for sinners

Doors for sons of hate

And my dark horse is moving on Until I meet my fate