On Torrid Sand

Thousands of conquered landsShining under the imperial sunWe who are about to dieWon't salute you and no victis honorTo the fallen onesA call for encoreFrom far awayO here we standFigures of a game on torrid sandGird yourself for the next round of battlesFor the need of excitementAnd another glorious paradeWe lay here dying appealing our fateCountless are the chosen few who stood fastConcealing their fear in the great uproar of cheersWhen the die is castThere's a beast of cruelty creeping all over the landNameless are the ones who werebegging to live begging to save their livesIn a futile dream of a noble stateFor only power could conquer fateAll it leaves is blood and dust on the groundStorm clouds thunder in unison with the crowdA call for encoreFrom far awayScreaming for moreFrom far awayOh here we standFigures of a game on torrid sandOh here we go torturing our soulsOn torrid sand