Have no fear, Have no fear
Fetch your Rifle!
‘You’re a soldier son – shed no Tear’

Intoxicated, Zombified – we must fight!
No matter where, How or When
Regardless if it were Day or Night

But, why must one man fight another
And for what cause?
And Why must one slay his own brother
Without a hesitant pause.

Tis it for country? Tis it for Pride?
Answer me!
Tis it a Bandwagon one must just Ride

At  Night I wake to cries of Pain.
To those thunderous claps.
Slowly but surely I’ll go insane.

But for what cause? One always asks
Did we lose humanity
Under Gas Masks

If one does not fear,
then one simply lies.
For without such fear
One simply dies.

When future catches past
In Japan’s last stance.
When the future seems cast
The last warriors take a chance.
They advance with strange valour,
Toward impending Death
Outnumbered and Outgunned
Surrounded – Sixty to one

Within a flash, or even a glance
Reduced to forty, they still advance.
They fight valiantly, But for what cause?

They rather suicide over capture,
And even in death,
Their eyes gleam with rapture.

To the last sword
For the last drop
Till the last scream
Till the flag falls
Till no guns speak
And no man seeks
On that hill he did die
That last Samurai.