As we leave for war I feel my beating heart,
A last look at my home, wishing we did not
Part.
In this foreign land we seek to make them
Slaves,
If they don't submit, we'll put them in their
Graves.
With my noble sword I turn the rivers red,
Any foe I face, I relieve them of their
Heads.
I see the faceless moon and brace my self
To die,
Brought here by a worthy cause, but was this
Just a lie?
How can it be just to strip them of their land?
How can it be right, to hold their deaths in
Hand?
O to be a soldier, where fate can be so cruel,
But I shall make no quarrel, for this is how they
Rule.
