Fifteen men for the glory of battle
Each wanting their bones to shatter
Eyes alit, sweat drops in rains
The sun blinds us extending our pain.
Brotherhood is a binding contract
Shirts are pulled among their acts
A common cause is what they fight for
The free eight men who struggles ashore.
The other seven wait their turn
Seeing their brothers ready to earn
Their feet in leap ready to fly
Reminding them they're not there to die
The sea of blood, the sea of tears
The fiery landscape of our fears
Bodies burn, hearts afire
All the reason to take me higher.
The field is where I long to be
With my brothers in arms eventually
Let ten or fifty years go past
As long as I am on that field at last.
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