In a wilderness of foggy thoughts
Battling with your minds retorts
And walking on empty plains
Where desert's so calm even drowning rains
Soldier on to this marching song
Head held high with eyes fixed strong
Drum beat died, cymbal crash down
The mud, it is thick with desires to drown
Your feet's in earth, your boots are sinking
Sink with the memories of long lost thinking
And armies of many are fighting their fights
Lost in the blackness, they're losing their sights
Your veins are my trenches, my gun is my own
The whispers fall heavy with delicate moans
Arms and legs, teeth and nail
Our fragile companions are destined to fail
For this battalion has been run through
Therefore, captains and comrades, 
I bid you all adieu