In a stage seems to be abandoned by light,

Cries brought melancholy as accomplice,

This is where anger,sickness,death rendezvous,

A place our gut will be test by the sword.




A place where your pains draws no remorse,

Far from the prying eye of your loved ones,

Where you have to stay alive to get result,

Where the reward for result is more reward.




But the joy for living is ephemeral,

Soon at the warfront we will fill out in numerals,.
Prepared to kill or prepared our loved ones for our funerals,

Yet we smile,because we will die as a warrior