Marching along, more peasant than pride, singing this chant till the day you die. You heart is iron your soul is stone because you have burned that place you call home.
For death and glory you sounded the call no soldiers came out but you gave it your all You led the battle, you marched to war. Twas you alone against the swarm.
You swung your dagger. You stabbed you axe and how you survived no one could ask. And what they see upon your face is No Man's Land no human trace.
You came home from a battle but stayed in the war. So you put your torch to candle. You burned them all inside. Now you must walk till your feet wear thin.
But your next victim, I doubt you've seen here, because it's been a long time since you looked in the mirror.