Today is another day in the crusade,
another scar adds to my many from the previous day,
the soldiers beg I don't take the lead,
though I will not listen to them,
I say my usual line put your helmets on,
I'm there general they will not see me die.
standing tall we march through the rain.

Meeting the so called enemies to the capital,
I stand tall not fighting for a cause,
my reason is because I was told to and that is all,
I charge into battle a sword in my left, a mace in my right,
no shield for me, because my body is my defense,
though there she runs next to me eager to return the favor from yesterday.

my mace meets the skull of one, my sword through another,
death is now just a sick game I play how many can I **** 1...2...3
for every 1 I count 20 men have fallen by my hand,
the enemy surrounds a small group of three,
not going to watch my men die I run into the crossfire.

I take each blow meant for them,
a show of will my men surely take to heart, for they **** the 15 that surround them,
me there commander and there sheild.
a strike to my back she catches with her sword she take the mans life her eyes shine with embers.

for today has ended without a single lose,
I see it as a true victory,
I am the general of 200 men and in the end only one lose I expect.

one of a man that has nothing to lose,
I share my  body to be there shield.

4 stand before me with thanks on their lips, and I have to remember Soldiers don't cry...