Down from the hill to crush them.
To take them over, to conquer.
The hiding-place must be left.
Open response to challenge of war.
Downhill to battle, downhill to gore.

Taste the sweat steaming through the pores of flesh
Medusa in the middle of the lake…
Stand proud, meet victory
Or fall!

The outcome is hard to predict.
One deadly wound and it's all over.
"lost lover in war who never came back"?
Deplaced eyes in sodomy for Hell.
We run undercover
Moss-camouflaged
Weapons blunted by toil
In skillful hands correctly timed
Can decimate.

Into the fields, out of the woods
This might be the final day
This could be the definitive clash.

Amenable gesture from brothers of war
Signalled, it's time to go
Let the spirit run free
Let the blood flow