The day had arrived for all men to fear,
Marching to battle with sword, shield and
Spear.
The tears had now passed so let bravery
Take hold,
War is for the brave, and war is for the bold.
The once golden sad is now stained with their
Blood,
The brothers they knew are faced down in the
Mud.
The rise of the sun was once a sign for hope,
Now when they see it they simply can't cope.
The clearest blue sky like an ocean of death,
When it turns black they could take their last
Breath.
This enemy they fight has never done wrong,
Still they must die for they are not as strong.
The march across the sand had now come to
Its close,
Standing in their path, the fearless enemy rose.
Let fate now decide who lives and who dies,
Have a noble heart and stand tall when we rise.
Cut down every man and bless him as he falls,
Then march on even further and bring me down
Their walls.
The day was drawing thin and the battle had been
Won,
Many had been slain and the others were on the run.
They shouted out with pride, their swords are in the air,
Though each of them had sinned, none gave a thought
Or Care.
They may not be remembered and it may have been for
Nought,
This victory is for them, a victory fate has brought.
