At the break of a new day,
On the two sides of an ancient field,
Armies await the upcoming fight.
Knowing that man will rend man,
And each be covered in the otherís blood.
While Brothers are slain before their eyes.
No fear is in their eyes,
But adrenaline surges through their blood.
As they look across the blossoming field,
Toward the metal monster glinting in the day.
All are ready for the fight,
Feeling what it is to be a true man.
At the head of the army stands one man,
Tears streaming from his eyes.
For all his men here, are good men this day,
Each loyal to their countryís blood.
And soon their own will soak the field.
But he does what he must, and leads them into the fight.
Few have seen such a merciless fight,
As there is this day.
For those here, it will never leave their eyes
As man cuts down man
And is sprayed with warm blood
A battle cry rings out across the field
A deep crimson transforms the field
Shimmering in the last light of day
Speckled with the remains of men
Itís sickening to the eyes
But onward goes the fight
Spilling evermore their blood
Having shed, the last of the blood
An end, finally found for the fight
All across the desolate field
Soldiers break down and cry out their eyes
For the loss of their fellow man
At the end of the grim day
At the start of this day, free of man
Sat a field, green and pure to the eyes,
But now forever stained scarlet with blood, from that vicious fight.