Soldiers on a march,
through lands barren and torched,
minds and flesh torn by the ravages of war,
they walk silently on, the soldiers on a march.

The torch of war burning in night and day alike,
the music of whizzing bullets lays many a soul to sleep.
On the altar of afterlife, a eternity besides the souls of the fallen,
skies of rain of shed bled, as the soldiers march on , through life and death alike.