Frontier

Far away
Sent to a distant land
To serve the empire
Conscripted en masse
With archaic methods
Carrying bolt action rifles
Counting on ancient beliefs
For glory
Rushing into the fray
Forward
This column marches on
Through freezing cold
A barren frontier awaits
Of those who started
Many were left behind
Those frozen bodies
Dispersed across the field
Across the field
Getting rid of entire generation
For the cause so noble and cruel
A troubl with the officer core
Thre is no one left to rule
In the mind of a grand planner
Facts will be put aside
Going on with reserves depleted
Shortages and morale running low
Across this barren frontier
They march
For greater good
It is done