War is much more than a disagreement of thought
and a battle born of strife Where many will stand
and many will fall while bystanders will question
the point And the players are many the sacrifice
great, for a victory heralded by few And some
march to the beat of a vindictive drum with their
own agendas to right Well I'm one of those who'll
step up for battle, the smell of cordite in the
air Knowing the ordeal is not about me, but
treating it as such just the same With irreverence
I tread through the blood and the soil the
wounded, dying and dead I want them to taste the
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And sometimes they'll hear the bullet, yes
sometimes they'll feel it's sting, and sometimes
they'll know as their life slips away, and
sometimes they won't feel a thing 'Cause I wanna
be and I wanna see, and I'm here to exact my
revenge When I summon Mars for victory sweet, when
I conjure the will for success And I wanna taste
the blood of the fallen to know the scent of death
And that every round that I get off, yields
another's final breath