Heavy Arms (verse)

Recruit from the poor/ 

Give us a tour, up to four/

Years and we’ll pay your/

Tuition and more/

Take you to foreign shores/

These are targets, ignore/

Your morals unsure/

While blood like rain pours/
Brain and borders, locked doors/

In the dark, trust the source/

I want you! Yes, you are now part of the conscienceless corps/

You’re elite, dress the same/

Stomp your feet, pass the blame/

Out in morse, take by force/

Whatever we say, this is war/

So follow your orders, of course, sir, of course/
Sworn to a blood red morning we were born for/

Unite men and fight them, the inhuman hoards/

We will kill and will die by our top-of-the-line swords//