In a wilderness of foggy thoughts
battling with your minds retorts
and walking on empty plains

where deserts so calm
even drowning rains


Soldier on
to this marching song
head held high

with eyes fixed strong

Drum beat died

cymbal crash down
the mud it is thick
with desires to drown

your feet in earth

Your boots are sinking

sink with the memories
of long lost thinking


And armies of many




are fighting their fight
lost in the blackness

they're losing their sights

Your veins are my trenches

my gun is my own
the whispers fall heavy
with delicate moans


Arms and legs
teeth and nail

our fragile companions
are destined to fail


For this battalion
has been run through
therefore captains and comrades

I bid you all adieu