Onto the battlefield we roam
Weary from the heat
Into the throng we wade
All hungry and eager for blood
Wild and insanely we swing
Our swords made of the finest steel
Bodies falling like trees
Felled in the darkest of woods
Limbs left to rot
Heads left to roll
Friends left to die
In the long meandering grass
Hail to the triumphant heroes
Tears for the many left behind
Drink and dance in total debauchery
Cause tomorrow you will fight again