Colours, all fading
Dreams, all dead
Or dying
Lives, all forsaken to life
Hand in hand,
We march
To meet our aimless destiny,
And our barren illusions.

Hearts racing,
Blood pumping,
Eyes gleaming,
We know we're dead
But, still,
We march.

Let fly the gates of hell,
For we come
As one,
Crippled, blind,
Deaf and mute
To our bright,
And glorious death.

We know it waits for us,
But yet,
So knowing,
We pick up breath
And run to you.
Take us, Death,
Make us great
So we may be forgotten sooner
So our page might be written better
So that, in death, we will live.
We march.