A Martyr's Tale

Morning light descending The Valley a tense estate Our enemy above us Watching with pure hate Body count loyal friends Some strong with steadfast faith This hour may be the last we share Before our common fate Let's go Our task is clear Conquer this mount Make this valley their eternal burial ground Our courage sends Chills down their spine Melting their hearts Fear in their minds Marching Ascending Victory For Glory Marching Ascending Victory For Glory I am the flame That will melt their steel I am the fury I am the pain they will feel Their wretched souls Shaken by fear No escape You cowards will not get out of here Marching To their death Ascending Through mankind's hell Victory Will be ours soon My Glory A Martyr's Tale This glorious scene Painted with their blood The picture in my mind Dragging them lifeless through the mud The Valley Erupts in flame Rounds of gun fire Death with no shame On this barren ridge I lay My vision and colors fade I listen to the symphony of death cascade Colds sweat creeping down my neck As I hear the angels cry My last breath slowly pushing out I die He fell behind the enemy lines On a ridge, in no man's land His native flag grasped firmly in his hand Laid to rest besides his friends and foe His pain and suffering gone This martyr's tale and his glory will live on This martyr's tale and his glory will live on This martyr's tale and his glory Lives on