Hence on we march into the field
When comforting our women, did we lie?
Lovingly embracing our swords and shield
We're young, innocent, and ready to die.

Guided by their lust for land
No longer do we seek justice in our deeds
Brainwashed and exploited, gun in hand
We shout and taunt yet there's no lead

Rejoicing at the sight of blood
Our souls tainted, we shall not yield!
Relinquishing our morals, becoming brutes
We are soldiers
Hence on we march into the field.