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(Words by Michael Malcom)

A Bloody bath is near

A well planned out battle

Starts with percussions

Echoes throughout the hills

The battle cries of

Two opposing forces

The generals on

Their white noble horses

One soldier of many

Wondering thoughts in head

Knows he's supported well

Knows he'll soon be dead

Yesterday's words unclear

Blinded by the fog of war

Are you coming home soon?

What do they keep you for?

The men tense up

Ready to fight

Standing in lines

To live or die

They face their foes

The young and old

See the soldiers

Who appear so bold

Generals pulling strings

Sway the battles outcome

Masters of the puppets

They know who's going home

You cannot back out now

You're stuck here all the same

Soldiers of yesteryear

Say you'd disgrace your name

The men tense up

Ready to fight

Standing in lines

To live or die

They face their foes

The young and old

See the soldiers

Who appear so bold

Charging with fixed bayonets

The brave lead the battle

Men lose control

And kill without a thought

The training is real

Yes, it meets reality

No More time to think

To think of your actions