• The crimson flows of bloodied streams,
    deathly black skies,
    crushed rubble that once was glorious beams,
    are all i can see in my tortured eyes.

    Once proud soldier spirits now shattered,
    and our morale has been broken.
    All we can do is ask why our lives are denied,
    and why we were forsaken.

    Arise my friends and ring the war bell,
    for our fate is to face the armies of hell.