• As we the troops march forward toward the twilight, the bombs flairs ignite the air, the screams and cries of those unprepared to die, my brothers in arms falling before my very eyes.
    But I'm a soldier on the front line.
    I wont give, just gotta live.
    So I wont be damned, for its not my plan.
    I shall survive.

    Blazing fires ravage the blackness of night.
    A bleeding ground drenches everything in sight.
    The troops fighting for their lives with families on their minds.
    Lives being taken one at a time.
    The sin of murder is at its prime.
    Worlds shatter, minds falling apart, and the war still carries on.

    We the troops cannot fail.
    If we shall fall our country will cry tears of crimson that run down a line.
    We shant walk that line, for it cant be our time.

    Our inner light shines so bright to guide us through the bleakest night.
    Victory will be ours.
    Today I shall make my claim, for my country, with the sin of hate that rules this war full of bloody gore.
    With my brothers in arms I shall carry on till the blackend end.
    This my be my final message to you, my oldest friend