Marching Song Lyrics

In a wilderness of foggy thoughts Battling with your minds retorts And walking on empty plains Where desert's so calm even drowning rains
Soldier on to this marching song Head held high with eyes fixed strong Drum beat died, cymbal crash down The mud, it is thick with desires to drown
Your feet's in earth, your boots are sinking Sink with the memories of long lost thinking And armies of many are fighting their fights Lost in the blackness, they're losing their sights
Your veins are my trenches, my gun is my own The whispers fall heavy with delicate moans
Arms and legs, teeth and nail Our fragile companions are destined to fail For this battalion has been run through Therefore, captains and comrades, I bid you all adieu