[00:00.00] In a wilderness of foggy thoughts[01:02.16]Battling with your minds retorts[01:07.98]And walking on empty plains[01:15.12]Where desert's so calm even drowning rains[01:23.64]Soldier on to this marching song[01:30.27]Head held high with eyes fixed strong[01:37.68]Drum beat died, cymbal crash down[01:44.67]The mud, it is thick with desires to drown[01:52.05]Your feet's in earth, your boots are sinking[01:59.67]Sink with the memories of long lost thinking[02:07.08]And armies of many are fighting their fights[02:14.46]Lost in the blackness, they're losing their sights[02:21.60]Your veins are my trenches, my gun is my own[02:28.95]The whispers fall heavy with delicate moans[02:36.84]Arms and legs, teeth and nail[02:43.77]Our fragile companions are destined to fail[02:51.12]For this battalion has been run through[02:57.75]Therefore, captains and comrades,[03:02.07]I bid you all adieu