Beachhead reached in broken silence Do or die is here Rifle clutched in white knuckle grip Choking back the fear Bodies falling one by one Upon the deadly march Sky lit up with mortar fire To death our only course The call to combat plunged into a firestorm A tempest with no eye The call to combat knee deep in bodies Baptized by cannon fire The call to combat the will to fight is shattered No choice but to march on The call to combat a deadly game of life and death Where meet our fate as pawns Casings fall amongst the dead Marking killing trail We meet our fates on roads well tread Slaughtered to what avail? Soldiers calling two by two Voices lost in battles din The earth split open, stained with blood A coffin to crawl within The call to combat plunged into a firestorm A tempest with no eye The call to combat knee deep in bodies Baptized by cannon fire The call to combat the will to fight is shattered No choice but to march on The call to combat a deadly game of life and death Where meet our fate as pawns
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