Brothers of Bond

In a line we stand
Together hand in hand
Brothers of bond
Ready to go beyond
A place man fear to dread
A place where many lie dead
In the shadows they go
Saying goodbye to the friends they know
The dark fills with light
As people scream in fright
The mission is set
Armed with bayonet
The gun they have to take
As their body begins to ache
A trail of red
Runs down a face of dread
Flashes all around
But there is no sound
Only the mission
To prove there ambition
Make the world a better place
Make the world full of grace
Not many remain
As the blood begins to drain
Some our lost, some are dead
Some are wishing they had fled
The lights die down
No one is around
A river of red runs its course
Survivors feel remorse
Brothers no of bond no more
As the dead let their wings sore