Drums beating to my heartbeat
The sound of clashing lies ahead
Heavily, I move my feet
As I march into the bloodshed

Blood and corpses litter this land
I look and all I see is red
Valiant men make their final stand
As their lives are by the enemy shred

Surrounded by noise and death
'Why am I here?' I ask in myself
As these men draw their final breath
I am overcome not by dread

But by something far more vile
My own smile