Here come the elite they've brought the brigade,
Of soldiers abused but ever-so brave,
Alone and confused You stand in a daze,
Unsure what to do... you simply just gaze,

There they rise from the muck of the marsh,
from their heads to their toes they are covered in scars,
Watch them carry their souls As they dearly depart,
To the fields of the battle where wars will soon start,

They step up from the past and fall back to the future,
Their skin is ripped up, yes they seem so abusive,
The scent in the air's indescribably putrid,
And with every glare you silently lose it,

You tremble and shake having thoughts of denial,
Just what was this place where you stood right beside you?
And how did you get here? These thoughts oh-so frightful,
That haunted your mind while you captured this eyeful,

Then a soldier speaks up As he wipes off the muck,
And steps from the crowed So valient and loud,
One hand to his chest And his heart in each breath,
He looked so alive, With the story of death.

"One mans heaven is another mans hell,
One mans home becomes another mans cell,
Then two men fight for the spot on the throne,
And we are the thread in the quilt they have sewn,

In worlds we are spawned lives of anticipation,
And death,
Unknowing This mass devistation,

We where born all alike, Yes..with no declaration,
But where were our moral's, How did we misplace them?
We fought one another, Beginning to end,
Then sadly we learned, Being human's our sin.

Our lives where then lost... and here we appeared,
Day in and day out... With no trace of a doubt,
But bravely we stand and draw blood to the hand,
Yes this is the rest For a soul that is damned."