The war is upon us and soon I'll be dead,
Others will be smiling, but some without a head.
So this shall be a night of laughter and joy,
Sharpening my sword like a kid with a toy.
Some of these faces may never return,
And this is a lesson that all of us must learn.
We are the soldiers that fight for our home,
A band of blood brothers, we're never alone.
Let us drink wine and speak up a prayer,
Come morning light, you may not be there.
Tomorrow our enemy will face us at last,
Our future is bleak, so let's think of the past.
Back to a time when war was for the old,
Now I feel its breath, and it feels ice cold.
So take up your spear and aim its point true,
Cut down your enemy, like he'll cut down you.
To kill a man in battle, has never been a sin,
It's one of those situations we find ourselves in.
You would do the same if your life were on the line,
But with our demise, a mortal becomes divine.
My name will last after my bones become dust,
And that's why it's death in which I place all my trust.
Our lives are fragile, and could end any time,
But if I should fall, hen my death is sublime.
