The Obligatory Battle Song

We draw our lines in the mud where only the lucky were to fall.
We watched the scarlet sunrise signal the start of a new day in hell.
No eulogies to be read for us no platitudes to be said to us. No apologies for lives sacrificed in vain.
No girls to greet the heroes no laughter in the taverns. No returns for all those goodbyes.

Hear the battle cries, hear the roars. Sound the drums hold the pennants aloft.
Onyx mourning, quartz reflections, pyrite flames, obsidian dawning.
Clasped hands in prayer that this might be the last day we see.
Onyx mourning, quartz reflections, pyrite flames, obsidian dawning.
Spears held aloft to charge the scarlet sea. Hearing the drum beat our march to infinity.
Onyx mourning, quartz reflections, pyrite flames, obsidian dawning.

Hear the battle cries, hear the roars. Sound the drums hold the pennants aloft.
Onyx mourning, quartz reflections, pyrite flames, obsidian dawning.
Clasped hands in prayer that this might be the last day we see.
Onyx mourning, quartz reflections, pyrite flames, obsidian dawning.
Spears held aloft to charge the scarlet sea. Hearing the drum beat our march to infinity.
Onyx mourning, quartz reflections, pyrite flames, obsidian dawning.

We waded through the sea of bodies cursing our continued existence.
We watched the indigo sun set on another fruitless day.
No respite for the wicked no grace for the damned. Nothing to be granted to the pawns.
No eulogies to be read for us no platitudes to be said to us. No apologies for lives sacrificed in vain.