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
And 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 anyway
With irreverence I tread
Through the blood and the soil
The wounded, the dying and dead
I want them to taste
The steel of my blade
And feel the sting of my lead
And sometimes they hear the bullet
Yes sometimes they’ll feel its sting
And sometimes they know as your life slips away
And sometimes they won’t feel a thing
Cos 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
And sometimes they hear the bullet
Yes sometimes they’ll feel its sting
And sometimes they know as your life slips away
And sometimes they won’t feel a thing