IDE(A)S OF MARCH
Lyrics: Dhel, Rei
Music: Lin, Bren, Ishiki
Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war
to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore
We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore
but what in the hell are we fightin' for?
We let the thundering war drums fill up our ears
and drink down our courage to drive out our fears
For tonight, boys, lift your mugs with cheers
'cause we ain't got the time for regret or for tears
Whet your blades, boys, we'll be marchin' at dawn
and trampin' 'til our soules are worn down and gone
We gotta keep marchin' though the road stretches long
so certain that we know the right from the wrong
Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war
to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore
We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore
then we'll turn back around and do it some more
So don't spare a thought for anyone we slaughter
'cause they ain't our wives, our sons, or our daughters
Leave 'em lyin' face down in the bloody, muddy water
and forget that we're all just cannon fodder
The lords of the day, they hold our strings in their hands
and they'll send us off to die to preserve all their lands
Let's do our duty, boys, we're wearin' the lord's brand
We gotta pick up our swords or we'll die where we stand
Disembowelin' our enemies will turn us into men
and they're evil, so the lord will forgive us our sin
We'll come back as heroes and drown victory in gin
with thousand yard stares to show where we've been
Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war
to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore
We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore
then we'll turn back around and do it some more
So don't spare a thought for anyone we slaughter
'cause they ain't our wives, our sons, or our daughters
Leave 'em lyin' face down in the bloody, muddy water
and forget that we're all just cannon fodder
Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war
'cause we got an honour that ain't ours to restore
It don't matter the game, we'll even the score
but do we even know what we're playin' anymore?
Let's go home to the sound of a thousand cheering crowds
We've earned our stripes and everyone's proud
With the weight of nations on our shoulders, we're all warriors now
but memories turn to nightmares and we'll always dream loud
Saddle up, boys, we're riding off to war
to fight and shed blood 'til we're aching and sore
We'll paint the fields with our enemies guts and gore…
but what in the hell are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?