The enemy angrily blasts it's guns,
Carelessly littering the battlefield,
As troops slowly creep foward

The blasting of every bullet,
Sends each solider to cling tighter,
To the untruthful idea of eternity

As if they could steal a forevermore,
With a metallic grasp,
Or even theif but one more breath

But at the blood red hands,
Of the envitable enemy,
They can never win

Whether they are gunned down in an instant,
Or slowly torn apart,
The enemy will triamph

We will all join the army of the fallen.