They lay in their rows, on foreign cold shores, their hearts
beat hard on the mound.
these young holy men, will bleed once again, and consecrate
unholy ground.
He lays there and waits, upon Hades gates, knows not if
he'll win or be lost,
his mind is hard trained, his muscles have pained, and now
he sure to be just.
baptized by fire, cursed with desire, he now must carry the
cross,
the curves in his palm, the stars on his farm, have
determined his gain or his loss.  
An equal foe, with eyes that glow, is waiting to be freed,
of the dark winter sky, of the babbling lie, and heart that
is flowing with greed.
They clutch to their guns, like ladies once won, and breath
in the dark of the night,
the time has now come, to stand up as one, and prove that
your quest has been right.
Damn fools you are, yell out the stars, we come to light
your way,
look up once more, and like before, you'll see the light of
day.
The green eyed foe, with eyes that glow, looked up into the
sky.
put down his gun, he did not run, and with that truth he
died.