We are but fighting soldiers. Marching forward, as our arms cross over. Dividing and conquering our enemies we contol and convert all. When rising up to see what, in night, had come to destroy me, or force me to becomewhat I did not believe (or even care to know) I was forced into submission So I placed my head down to the earth and a tear fell from my eyes into it's final resting place in the ground. It taught me to despise every unfamiliar face and I've found, as the years go by, the nights drag on, and the days are long. My will is gone. I'm but a pawn, marching ever on.
And having fought so long I'd payed the debt I owed. I never questioned right from wrong and did what I was told. Now there is a choice in front of me, mine and mine alone. Nothing is ever set in stone. I'd make my own way or I'd die in trying. Through the years, as the pages turn beyond your control know that the things you hear are only ever just a piece of the whole. But, don't take my word. I'm just a man, but I will stand to heed the call. We will not fall, soldiers one and all.