*For the soldiers that enter but never leave the battlefield.
I bid my loved ones quite possibly the last time
As they watch me stride off to the battlegrounds
This roaring in my ears I hear
Should fear be this loud?
There are shots and red and unblinking eyes
It makes me wish to run
But duty and love fuels this roaring
To let me draw fresh blood
Though the country will know of my bravery
And nothing of my name
My greatest source of warmth
Comes from knowing my family and home are safe