The enemy’s line is weakened
They falter under our collective might
Our leader senses this and orders us to charge
We rush forward burning with more vigor and gallantry than ever before
Even as our limbs ache from the long arduous battle that has plagued our day

We slam into their meek line with the strength of madmen
Siblings of animosity and fury
Red haze envelopes our vision
We tear them limb from limb
   

Finally the enemy flees from our bloodlust and ferocity 
We cheer and roar at our great victory
Jumping with hearty excitement and joy
Slapping each other on the back

A victory like no other
Oh yes…

Finally we take notice—some of our comrades next to us are gone
Somehow lost from thought during our illustrious battle
We begin the long walk back to the city
Hoping to meet up with friends
Brothers in arms

As we step back across the battlefield I can’t imagine a greater display of carnage
The number of our soldier’s uniforms on the ground  are only matched by the enemy's
Contorted faces of shock and pain litter the ground
The wounded moaning all around us as we march past
Our march is an endless river of death
Each step taking a chunk of our great victory with it

We’ve won the day
Our triumph forever inscribed in history
But at what cost?