March of the Bones

Onward! My soldiers full of might!

With guns from steel and flesh made fierce,

Ready to take on this fight

Onward! My wary and tired souls!

With minds scarred and bones ashake,

Tattered with blood that spills over hills.

Onward! Lost and young men!

Marching to the dance of war,

Over the hills, through the fields,

And to the grave.