Som några av er kanske vet så fick Sabaton ett kultur (eller var det musik) pris i sin hemstad Falun. Då avgick ledaren gör kulturnämnden i kommunen (som för övrigt var Kristdemokrat) som en protest. Han sa någon gång i samband med det att han tyckte att bandet glorifierade krig (rätta min om jag har fel, jag kan ha fel). Därför så tänkte jag publicera denna text i dagens "Textrader...", och efter att ha läst den här kan ingen säga att Sabaton glorifierar krig. Texten är till låten The Price of a Mile och kommer från plattan Art Of War som släpptes 2008. Texten är skriven av Joakim Brodén.

Hear the sound of the machine gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortars firing, rains the scene
Scars the fields that once were green
It's a stalemate at the front line
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Rosen houses, all is gone
There's no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
At the fields of Paschendale
And as night falls the general calls and the battle carries on and on
What is the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of machine guns
Get on firing through the night
Mortars placed and wreck the scene
Guns the fields that once were green
Still a dead-lock at the front line
Where the soldiers die in mud
Rosen, houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won

Know that many men has suffered
Know that many men has died
Six miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawl the general call and the killing carry on and on.
What was the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feat march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile

That's the price of a mile

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Det var allt för idag. Harelagöttdå!