On My Way to Death

March to war with mates in step
Enemies await certain death
I bring death where ever I walk
I bring death when ever you cross my path
I have wronged more then most have met
See me come and regret your life, and soon your death
On my way
Battle awaits
Weapons ready
Charged in hate
Air called in
Bombs are dropped
Explosions rip
Dead abound
Meet your maker
See your doom
Pray they find what’s left of you
Meet your maker
See your doom
Pray they find what’s left of you
Resistance met
It’s not going well
Keep on fighting, no choice in hell
Dead pile up
Friends ripped up
Promised victory was robbed of us
Lie in ruins
Wait for death
Marched to war, buried where I died
Marched to war, buried where I died