We march

In the light of day, that came at the third strike

Patterns of our boots etched in the mud

Like twisted leaves, a vortex in the dawn

Takes our breaths with each step

Harmful red lights glinting

Through the broken foliage, the toxic forest

Leaning in by our sides

It can't be long, I say, can't be too long

Shouts come now, from the front of the line

I now turn to grim orderly fashion

It's here and it's coming for you

Your mind will attempt to block it out, they said

Prepare for that

Crouch and count the dissent in your head

Smash it with a hammer

That will do, that will do him, bizzare anarchy

Loss of self-control

A swift blow to the side with the iron-shod foot

That'll teach him, come on, the rest of you,

Hurry up!!

Lie there and squint, left gasping in the mud

The endless swamp crusting your vision

I hate it, I can tell you now

For I cannot get to my feet again

The fear it grabbed hold of me

The hand of foreboding controlled me

Reached up inside me

I am a puppet to the chaos

This fear has mastered me, this breathless abode

In with the big boys now, the rotting eye in the empire's face

We should expect our orders, with no question

Not one single face out of line

That will do me, I like to burn

Welded in, with the insects, a happy space

But time will tell, and I can't go back

Why do that, when you can only go onward?

Get to my feet

Come on, up ahead, just out of sight

Catch up and regain your position

Sorry, sir, wipe it off, the stain of dishonour

Reflected in my dented chainmail

Yes, sir

Clouds gather cold overhead as the night draws in

We march