Our sole and warm embrace
From blood that has been shed
Wallowing in carrion
To lie among the dead
The past is our hereafter
A multitude of scars
The blanket of our apathy
Induction without end
Liquidated
Bereft of life
Unanimated
Unending strife
The soulless we all praise
Immersed in darkest red
We sound the crimson clarion
In conflict we were bred
Incapable of peace
We march towards our doom
Enduring pest
Our heritage
Is war