Standing one by one,
Knowing that we are not done.
The battle has not been won.

All lined up in a row,
Like tin soldiers in a can.
One by one, marching out-
Sudden death awaits.

One, two
One, two
One, two
Left, right
Left, right
Left, right

Silence the drums,
Hold your breath,
Still your hearts and wait.
There is no escape from this uncertain fate.

Some will live,
Some will die.
Some won't even try.