Honour the battlefield that dark, ugly place,

Drawing the sword I play that ace,

Courage on the battlefield, that painful vision,

Unfaltering I continue the mission,

Strength on the battlefield, dismal graveyard,

I am a soldier a pawn, I must fight hard.

Blood on the battlefield, the rose of war,

I am alone, the last, I cannot fight any more,

Pain on the battlefield, screaming souls,

The banshee in the night; those empty holes,

Trenches on the battlefield, united fear,

For my children my wife, I shed a tear.

Together on the battlefield, another fight,

But we are not alone, our flames unite,

Fire on the battlefield, burning will,

Shining sword in his heart; another kill,

Friends on the battlefield, together again,

Another loss returning excruciating pain.

Shame on the battlefield, casualty list,

Frightened I hide, yet I clench my fist,

Control on the battlefield, empowering rage,

We are but actors on this faraway stage,

Loss on the battlefield, death a last,

I choke my last breath and, my weapon I cast.

By James Womack